day five :: notions

day five :: notions

I thought that I’d slip this photo in here. It’s from day five of A Month of Craft Photos and the prompt was “notions”. The buttons, jar, and doily all fall into the category of “something old“.

[I am logging my family heirlooms and thrifted finds. All items will be considered vintage by the 20-year standard.  You can find all of the entries under the category ‘something old‘.]

 

vintage pyrex custard cups

tiny pyrex custard cup

I have a lot of Pyrex at my house. I probably started collecting it 20 years ago, before I even knew its history. (I’ve been a thrifter, picker, and vintage collector for all of my life; My mom turned me onto it in the 70s, long before it was a popular thing to do.)

In the 1990s, I began picking up clear FireKing, GlasBake, and Pyrex custard cups. I was drawn to them for some inexplicable reason. I continued to buy clear pieces from all three companies, in all sizes and for many capacities, as well as white, colored, and patterned items. I recently made the decision to hone down this collection. I’m keeping everything that is clear or plain white, all of my favorite mixing bowls, and items in the Spring Blossom Green or Crazy Daisy design because I have a lot of items in those patterns. Additionally, there are a few rarer selections that I’ve tucked away for now.

Everything else is going. I have a friend who has a hefty Pyrex collection already and I’m hoping that her husband won’t notice if I leave a few boxes at her house.

[I am logging my family heirlooms and thrifted finds. All items will be considered vintage by the 20-year standard.  You can find all of the entries under the category ‘something old‘.]

pyrex rolled edge tall custard cups

pyrex custard cup trio

pyrex custard cup organization

something old, besides my bones

framed

I have been cleaning my studio, although that’s not exactly accurate. I am sorting through boxes and piles and stacks and bags and drawers. Most all of it has been stashed here mindlessly, although there is certainly a lot of optimistic and creative intent involved as well.

The word “studio”, to me, brings to mind an open and organized space, a big room. This is not big. However, organization is possible and this space has never really been what I know that it can be… productive.

In a past life, I sold vintage children’s books on the internet. I enjoyed it quite a lot. I closed that business about eight years ago. Naturally, I couldn’t part with the majority of the leftover stock because I mostly sold what I love, what drew a strong sense of nostalgia from within me. Others, I fell in love with because of unique illustrations and dynamic design. I hope to document more of my treasures soon as well as this room as a whole.

For now, it’s back putting things on their shelves, but maybe playing with them a bit before I do.

 

My grandma gave me this little print at some point. I don’t know where she got it, but on the back it says, “To Arnold, June 1938, from Mrs. Vogel.” While homeless in my studio, the glass was broken. That made me sad, but I now like it this way and I don’t really plan to replace it.

[I am logging my family heirlooms and thrifted finds. All items will be considered vintage by the 20-year standard.  You can find all of the entries under the category ‘something old‘.]

 

growing up on coon bluff road

jodi + jessica

morning glories

smile anyway

home

 

Sometimes, I think that it is no wonder that I garden and cook and marvel at life. I mean, this was our childhood. I think that I am forever trying to capture it, recreate it in some way.

In these photos, I am nine and my sister, Jessica Sunshine, is three.

P.S. Locals often told us that this property, the land in particular, had been owned by Al Capone. The area has secrets, that is for sure. As a child, they were always just beyond my reach. Now, they are forever gone. Most of the 200 acres is now developed and filled with new houses.

[I am logging my family heirlooms and thrifted finds. All items will be considered vintage by the 20-year standard.  You can find all of the entries under the category ‘something old‘.]

buried treasure

silly little clippings

This morning, my husband brought me in a bunch of boxes that, according to the newspaper the contents had been wrapped in, had not been seen by my eyes since August of 2002. (THE SAME MONTH THAT I STARTED BLOGGING!!!) There was so much treasure, like Auntie’s Mel-Mac dishes and Uncle Herb’s Kentucky Scotch Whiskey decanter and 100-year-old bubble glass frame of Auntie, Aunt Moody, and their parents, great-Grandma and Grandpa Grauvogl.

I am so over the moon.

I’ll be sprucing things up and sharing more soon. Some of it I plan to sell on Etsy as I’m totally not invested in the Depression glass or a lot of the other stuff that I have accumulated. The little vases in the photo? I doubt that they are worth a thing, probably soda fountain glasses, but I’m so glad to have those girls back to hold my silly clippings.

[I am logging my family heirlooms and thrifted finds. All items will be considered vintage by the 20-year standard.  You can find all of the entries under the category ‘something old‘.]

 

oh, sweet little things

kenyan gazelle

I don’t want to forget the day that I found this sweet little Kenyan gazelle at a tag sale.

Gosh, I just love it so much.

little sweets

[I am logging my family heirlooms and thrifted finds. All items will be considered vintage by the 20-year standard.  You can find all of the entries under the category ‘something old‘.]

it started out innocently enough

vintage glass and crystal

As I move through the house painting, I am doing my spring cleaning at the same time.

Yesterday, I was taking some of my glassware down to hand wash when I got the idea to put all of my vintage crystal and clear-glass pieces together on the table. Some items, like custard cups, I didn’t bother taking out because they are holding Q-tips and make-up pads and kosher salt. And yarn and crochet hooks. And eyeliner shavings. And holiday lights that I thought would look cool on top of the fridge. (They don’t.)

This is about half of my collection. I am especially trying to identify a few pieces like the gold-rimmed shot glass (?) that belonged to my great-grandmum Anderson. What? When? Where?!

There is also a set of glass salad bowls and a matching serving dish… I have never seen anything else quite like it.

Off I am to sort this all out so that I can move onto tea sets and the Pyrex collections and lots of delicate China.

 

gold-rimmed shot glass

[I am logging my family heirlooms and thrifted finds. All items will be considered vintage by the 20-year standard.  You can find all of the entries under the category ‘something old‘.]

glasbake individual baking dishes

glasbake individual baking dishes

Tonight, we had smoky corn chowder and I served it in these cute little GlasBake dishes that I found at a tag sale about ten years ago. They have the sweetest lids, no?

I use them all the time.

[This year, I’m going to log 365 of my family heirlooms and thrifted finds. All items will be considered vintage by the 20-year standard.  You can find all of the entries under the category ‘something old‘.]

crocheted apron

crocheted aprong

At some point, I picked up this tiny crocheted apron. It’s the perfect size for my 18-year-old daughter, not that she wears it other than to politely pose for her mum.

[This year, I’m going to log 365 of my family heirlooms and thrifted finds. All items will be considered vintage by the 20-year standard.  You can find all of the entries under the category ‘something old‘.]

hey there

hey there

And, so, the painting and restyling has begun. All trims and cabinetry are going from natural wood tones to snowfall white, which means each of those surfaces get a coat of primer and two layers of paint. I am moving straight on from the dining room (where I began) to the kitchen so as to get the majority of this cupboard and drawer whitewashing out of the way as early as possible. I enjoy painting walls and trim quite a bit more than tricky-dicky doors.

All of my work is overlapping a bit. What I mean is that while finishing up one room, essentially while paint is drying, I move into the next area and begin purging, rethinking, reorganizing, and priming. This also means that I am getting a jump on my spring cleaning. How utterly satisfying! The thing that takes the longest in all of this is thinking.

I think about painting and decor approximately 23.58395 hours a day.

I spend the rest of the time thinking about sleep.

I ponder the entryway landing strip when I am painting. I mull over faint grey as a dining table choice while having lunch. I imagine ways to arrange books and gloves and custard cups as I furiously crochet. Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I see my husband peering at me and wondering what the heck is going through my mind. At bedtime, I have to tell myself, “no more thinking.” Fortunately, I can shut off my brain like a light switch when I want to go to sleep.

(I am definitely not the fretty, worry-wart personality… just a consistent daydreamer.)

So, anyhow, I really just popped in to say “hey there!” as I’ve been more distracted than usual from the bloggy-blog world. Today, we are doing a bit of shopping in the city and then going to Sundance Cinema to see Black Swan. That will put us at having seen 80% of this year’s contenders for best picture at the Academy Awards. If I can get my husband back to Sundance tomorrow, we will catch The Fighter to push that figure up to 90%.

Do you watch the Oscars? Did you print out your ballot yet?

Also? This chair is more than 100 years’ old and it belonged to my great-Grandma Grauvogl. You can see it in her home in THIS PHOTO.

[This year, I’m going to log 365 of my family heirlooms and thrifted finds. All items will be considered vintage by the 20-year standard.  You can find all of the entries under the category ‘something old‘.]