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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'.]
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'.]
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'.]
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'.]
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'.]
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