Saturday, May 16, 2009

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).

Friday, May 15, 2009

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.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


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...

Thursday, May 7, 2009


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.)

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

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...?