Thursday, May 28, 2009 - 5:00 pm
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
If you are looking for traditional, elegant pieces, then you must visit Athens Antiques. In addition there is artwork, lovely transfer ware pieces, civil war items…lots of true Southern antique pieces.
Your favorite tea or coffee always tastes better when served from a pretty silver set.
My favorites, wonderful primitives.
I'm afraid my camera battery ran down before I could take more pictures. Still, these should whet your appetite for true antiques with Southern charm. I did walk away with a lovely Victorian Battenburg parlor piece. Antique Battenburg is dear to come by and when I can find it, I have to have it. Athens Antiques is worth the drive to visit. You won't be disappointed.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Pretty aqua trimmed hoosier cabinet. Original paint.
Shabby white and bits of aqua...one of my favorite combinations.
Heavy Victorian Dresser - probably walnut under the soft yellow paint.
A birds-eye view of the treasures found upstairs. There is another aisle on this floor as well.
Wonderful pair of life size cast iron horse heads.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
How did one vintage hag know that just two weeks ago, I had just dumped my old, falling apart binder that I use when I road trip? I never told a soul. She is so clever. As much as I love technology, I tend to be a little old school with some things…my road trip binder is one of those tools. I like to keep my maps and restaurant coupons handy. I always travel with a small magnet to test “real brass”, a high powered pocket magnifier so these old eyes can read hallmarks on jewelry, and a small pocket knife to pry open stuck treasures. All of these things will fit in the pockets and the case that is inside my new road trip binder with enough room to spare to tuck in my favorite guide, Schroders Antiques.
What really makes this special is all of the work that one vintage hag went through to make this “MY” binder. It is full of my sea shore, diving, let’s get wet things with great big letters spelling out SPLASH and Sea Witch! Miz Hag, you apologize in your letter that you are not very crafty. Not true. You are not only crafty but you have insight into what every road tripper should have…a traveling binder. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. This is a wonderful piece of “hag swag” that I will treasure.
In keeping with the Pay It Forward Tradition, the first three bloggers (folks who have a blog) to comment on this posting will be my pay it forwards and I will make something especially for each of you. Thanks one vintage hag for starting this wonderful posting tradition.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
How true these words are. I cannot imagine my life without dogs in it. They keep me honest, forthright and remind me that life should always contain a broad sense of humor. I have had many wonderful 4-legged’s in my life; most being rescued animals. Kota, my laughing coyote, is one of those wonderful souls. I was living in Flagstaff, Arizona and had returned home from having my other dog blessed for the feast day of St. Francis. I walked into the publishing house that I worked for when I saw a coyote run into the building and hole up in the Editors pit.
I always kept cookie bones for the warehouse drivers who traveled with their dogs so I grabbed the box and ran to the Editors pit hoping that I could bribe the frightened guy out of the building. There in the center of the room was this skinny, dirty coyote mix with a nose full of porcupine needles. He looked like a pin cushion. He looked up at me, his tail began to wag and he creepy crawled over to me like a little furry commando. I knew he was what the locals called a “rez rocket” or a tribal dog running ferral. If their dogs killed their chickens, they would usually drop them off in Flagstaff for locals to take them in rather than destroy them. Porcupine needles are tough to remove and require surgery to be done safely and without future infection. I called a local vet who said they would see if he could perform the surgery or if he would have to put the animal down. I receive a call from the vet several hours later saying that over 200 porcupine needles were removed from his face and he should pull through. Well, this sweet boy had me at “woof”…actually more like a whistle as he never did bark. Sierra, my other dog taught him how to bark as he would communicate in whistles, howls and popping sounds. Kota came home with me as soon as he was released from the vet and has been a member of our family ever since. I am grateful that the Navajo left him in Flag to find me.
March 1, 2009 snowfall in Lawrenceville - Kota was howling he loved it so much. He thought he was back in the high desert of Arizona.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
You just email Gypsy with the number of the pic that you see and she will give you a total, (shipping is also reasonable) and then provide her with your address and trot over to PayPal to send her the cash. So help a wandering mermaid out and acquire some neat bloggie stuff at the same time.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Swatch from the New Zealand wool I spun, hand dyed, and knitted into a baby sweater.
Blog communication is a paradox of how we have always communicated. We use the web and email to instantly send our thoughts, feelings and life's observances all with narrative, photos and miscellaneous links. We have replaced the phone and snail mail with instant electronic communication. Ahhh, but until we can teleport physical items, we are stuck in snail mail land. But I like that we must utilize snail mail to send out bloggie swag, little items - gifts - handmades - all from the heart to elicit surprise, joy and fun.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I come across other treasures that I must have. A smashing Art Deco, matt white Royal Haeger (Wickman) double shell planter - a late Victorian, American pattern glass syrup dispenser and a pretty tea pot, creamer and matching saucer set.
I see in the distance, the sun dancing off a mosaic carousel horse. I grab sis and we navigate our way to a side street where Barbi Hoy, a truly gifted artist, who takes found items and transforms them into beacons of light using broken china, mirrors and tiles. Guitars, shoes that Elton John would die for, vintage coffeepots and old bed frames are among the items that the artist Hoy has used.
In addition, she creates darling and comical cats, horses, and dogs from clay and fires them with glazes of muted shades of seafoam, turquoise and lilac. Had to purchase one of her grinning dogs for my home and would have taken them all if I could. You can contact the artist at firstname.lastname@example.org
The sky is turning gray and as they say in the south, "It's comin' up a cloud" so I head inside The Factory Antiques, sponsors of this outdoor event. The great old building is baring its plaster lathing and exposed high ceilings and is filled with wonderful things. The old wood floor is no longer level and the sound of footsteps walking these old boards is a good sound. My sister immediately says to me, this building is full of old souls. I heartily agree...one of the reasons I love old things, they come with their own personal histories. Factory Antiques is owned by Evelyn Myrick and her lovely daughter who was helping lots of customers. Wonderful things reside in this shop and I will be back to hunt future acquisitions.
I couldn't leave without making at least one purchase from this wonderful shop and found this lovely vintage shell cameo. Angel skin, the favorite of Victorians, showcases the deep relief carved woman with pearls at her neck and grape leaves and grapes entwined in her hair set in a rolled gold frame. I was delighted with this find from Factory Antiques.The rains had begun and it was time to head back to the car and home with our treasures. Statham is a lovely little community and a perfect day trip for future junk'in outings.