Showing posts with label second-hand. Show all posts
Showing posts with label second-hand. Show all posts

21 March 2015

Hunting and Gathering

In the midst of sourcing the elements required for our Master Bathroom renovation...

Mirror from nordstrom.com.


























Mirror we already own
and can repurpose 
Anytime I'm out-and-about or online my search migrates into other projects, real and imagined, i.e., the mirror I found on Pinterest (nordstroms.com) for our Powder Room which necessitated a new sconce from lightingdirect.com. The sconce is lovely, but too small for the mirror. Luckily, we have a spare, smaller mirror in a guest room that works with the sconce for the Powder Room. Now, I'm thinking I'll move the Edward Hopper print from our Morning Room up to the sofa wall in our loft, and hang the Nordstrom mirror here.

Move Hopper print to Loft.


Hang instead of Hopper Print?

















































And then, there are the (3) gold-framed French architectural drawings (still unwrapped) I purchased second-hand at The New Interiors Anew, locally, for the Powder Room(!). CA looked around at the gold-framed photos and prints (French) on the Powder Room walls and said, "So, you don't like these any more?" MEN!!!


Existing prints and photos in Powder Room. The wall color just doesn't photo well.






Painted sideboard. Chair is turned from normal placement.















































Do I go back to Interiors Anew today for that lovely Thomasville small console table that might fit in the Entry Foyer? Or, in the Great Room, necessitating moving the current painted sideboard into the Study-Dining Room--replacing the shabby-chic half-table already in-place?


























And, while I love the current American Primative bench and small chest currently in the Foyer, where else can it fit? I wouldn't mind using the Thomasville console in the Great Room, but I don't want the shabby-chic half-table front-and-center.


























And, have I EVER used this many en-dashes in a post previously?! Sheesh! It's like they're exclamation points or something. Bah-hah on whoever said one should only ever use (4) exclamation points in one's life!!!! (Or, is it "whomever"?)(And, where does the end punctuation go in a sentence that ends with quote marks not indicating spoken word?!)

**I digress.**

Yes, the painted sideboard can go in the Study-Dining Room. It belongs there. It's filled with dishes and has no business in the Great Room. It was a space filler and never the right color. Light yellow in a room with shades of blond and tan (café au lait). If I don't buy the small Thomasville console, I'd really love a French writing desk here.

This chair turned "out" is really bugging me.

























What vexes me about the Thomasville console is that I think they doubled the price since I first saw it. Yes, that's a vague suspicion, but there's recent precedence. A week or so ago, I saw a sewing rocker at a local thrift shop, and behold! there it was (I think) at Interiors Anew, doubled in price. No hard feelings if I'm right; people have to make money. And then, with my current Autoimmune flare and all that confusion added to all the freaking details and moving parts on the bathroom reno... I am probably all wrong.

The best news is that, for now, I have all the products required for the Master Bathroom reno in-house. After much purchasing-exchanging-returning-Internet commerce-big box store wandering. That is, I have all the products except the tile, which I just found out is back-ordered to mid to late-June. Ugh! I revisited Century Tile yesterday to look for replacement tile, but after 10 minutes I told them we'll just wait.

All that, and I still have issues with these pieces:

In Powder Room for convenience. Not working.

This is just hanging around our loft doing nothing.


I'd like this bucket bench out of the Foyer.
Not sure where it'll fit.



31 August 2013

Do You Make Your Bed Everyday?

I wish I did. I LOVE climbing into a crisply-made bed. But, sometimes I'm lazy, on-the-run. Distracted.
 
Both CA and I will make the bed if we've been home alone all day and have accomplished nothing tangible. Somehow wanting to give the other an opposite impression. When the bed is made, it just looks like you've been organized and industrious.
 
 
My side...
 
 
 
CA's less cluttered side...
 
 
Both night stands are thrift shop finds. CA's fancy grey, 2-drawer is actually one deep drawer, which I love. He has room to hide his stuff.
 
Mine was $5, and lovingly painted by CA. I like having the lower shelf, so I can separate the now from the later.
 
 
 

11 July 2013

Around Our Village Today

 
Driving back from my favorite resale shop in our village this afternoon, I spotted this old boy. Just sitting there. Alone. I actually turned my car around, pulled into a hair salon parking space, and captured a few moments of a hot July afternoon, locally. Something I always "mean" to do. And, I had my new iPad mini in-tow.
 

Then, there was this guy, Maximillien. As I slowed to reposition my car, I noticed a vintage house with a bunch of kitsch in the yard and on the porch. I did a double-take to ascertain that there really was a large white statue of a dog on the front porch--perched as if staring at the front entrance. Yep! There was actually a statue there. I'd take a photo of it after I got one of the cute little red Standard Oil truck.
Being in a distractible state, I also took photos of vintage homes-turned-commercial--a very common occurrence in small towns everywhere, but sometimes done well.
 
 
And, across the street my second favorite resale shop in the village.
 
 
As I walked back to the car I considered whether I should approach the private home with the big white dog statue, or was that an invasion of privacy? I decided to cross the street to take a closer look and maybe ask permission.
 
Just then, a man and a bulldog walked out of the house and onto the porch. Whoops! Where'd the all-white dog statue go? Not missing a beat, I verbally admired the dog, chatted with them both, and asked to take photos. Max was shy at first, then distracted by wafting scents, but finally showed a bit of forbearance and nonchalantly acquiesced.
 
 
 
And then, I continued with my errands.
 
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My most favorite local resale shop, Interiors Anew, is in the middle of this block.