The girl I used to be.

Because things come when you need them, a friend of mine is hosting a garage sale in Shaker Heights over Memorial Day weekend - and I am taking FULL advantage of this opportunity to de-accession a good deal of my past.

I do love the things I'm selling, but if I don't get rid of these things... well, I feel my things have definitely claimed ownership of me.



I'm getting rid of a good deal of my vintage things as well: scarves and gloves and hats and... well, things people gave me (like the furry face at the bottom there).

A rediculously charming house for sale...

It's near Phillips and Progressive - painfully charming and built by the first owner in the 30s who lived in the garage (almost as charming) whilst creating his home.



Some info regarding it here.

Finished

Tired - I ripped this MoFo up and reknit more sections than I care to remember.

On the duct tape Mani...






Ha! Duct tape Mani Boobs...

Sailboat!

So you get a sense of what we're dealing with.

A coat of paint here, some new hardware there - not too bad!
If you click on the image, it will take you to you original photo album... (bigger, better pics.)

More de-accessioning

I had an epiphany the other night.

See, I have this apartment filled with things: quirky things, vintage things, things that at one time or another spoke to me.

But they've stopped.

They've been silent for a while now.

I still hear whispers from the things I made or were made for me, but the din of everything else has been quieting down.

I didn't own much when I moved here from Arizona - in fact, I slept on the floor the first 6 months I lived in my apartment here.

I had a story, but it didn't meet my expectations, so I began creating a new one. One filled with vintage and eccentric items picked up from travels I made, wanted to make or liked to think I would have made with the right time and money.

But then something wild happened, I began to like my story - a lot.
And I'm not a scrappy 1930s gal, or a mid-century doyenne, an early 20th century gentleman scientist or a 50s boyscout.

So... what to do with these things...?