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Crazy Antique/Thrift Store Finds

8/22/2015

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I love antique stores.  I love going to them, I love spending money there, I love just walking around and browsing.  They're fun.  And if you're looking for furniture you're crazy to buy new.  Maybe not as far as sofas go but desks, tables, chairs, all that jazz. When I was looking for a desk even the cheapest options at the store were around $200-$300, you had to put them together yourself and they were cheap veneer.  Ugh. Spare me!  I ended up finding a writing desk that I loved and an adorable side table for under $100.  And that's even a bit pricey for antique stores.  

While we're at it don't get me started on picture frames.  For a new, decent sized frame it can be up to $50 or $100 dollars from the store.  Are.  You.  Kidding?  I got 5 or 6 frames (various sizes) for under $30 all together.  I had to rip really ugly prints and even uglier mats out of them but for a under $10 per picture frame, I'll put in some work.

But for as many wonderful things that you can find, there are also some truly heinous things.  Hilariously heinous things.

In just one trip I found:
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Gladys?

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Seriously, slap a frame around that creepy thing and it's Phoebe's painting from Friends.

Then there's these two lovely lamps.  The avocado green textured velvet material really brings out the mismatched shade of blue-green in the gigantic crystals hanging off the base. 
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Nothing says class like those lamps.  

And then there was this little guy.
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It is art and I shall title him 'Smirking Naked Baby with Old Man Face.'  Or possibly 'Just Farted.'  Brilliant!  And at $30 it's a steal.  Guaranteed to elevate any decor into a classy, professional looking room worthy of an HGTV special.  

There you have it.  The best of the best at my local antique store.
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Carrie in Keds

8/16/2013

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Whenever I tell someone I'm a writer, for some reason, I usually get this response: "You're just like Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City!" It's funny, too, because several people have had that reaction all on different occasions.  

My reaction? "Yeah, I'm exactly like Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City... except without the rich, handsome men, I don't live in the city, and instead of Manolo Blahniks I wear Keds.  Other than that, yes.  We're exactly the same."

And then I watch the show and listen to her reading from her columns and wish that I could do that to my blog.  It wouldn't be nearly as interesting, though.  
Hers are all: 

“As I walked home, I couldn't help but wonder ... When did being alone become the modern-day equivalent of being a leper?”

“I couldn't help but wonder, No matter how far you travel or how much you run from it, can you ever really escape your past?”

“I wondered: In today's youth-obsessed culture, are the women of my generation growing into mature responsible adults, or are we 34 going on 13?”

“Although, at what point do separate interests become separate bedrooms? I couldn't help but wonder: To be in a couple, do you have to put your single self on a shelf?”


                                                                                                                                        ---Carrie

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Is it crazy of me but I would totally wear a flower that big on my shoulder.
Mine would be more like:

"As I sat in my room writing my novel, I couldn't help but wonder: Are pajamas the new work wear, or is it just me?"    

"As I left my part time retail job, I wondered: Is my boyfriend going to watch TV with me tonight?"   

"While Sam and Dean shot ghosts with rock salt on the screen I wondered: Does my bestie have more wine?"

"As I waited for my friend to text me back, I wondered: In our society if we can't even wait 10 minutes for a reply, how can we wait 4 months til the next season of The Walking Dead?"
                                                                                                                                          ---Me
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Hers are so much better, right?!
Then I was googling Manolo Blahnik for this post (which, by the way, I find it entirely creepy that facebook is now giving me ads for it, but I digress...) Where was I? Oh yeah, Manolo Blahnik.  I about had a freaking shoe-gasm. Holy crap-balls I wanted those shoes so freaking bad!

This one in particular. It makes me drool a little.
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Look! It's pretty and sparkly and pretty and pretty! And expensive and pretty!
Was it good for you too?

I need to be rich just so I can wear those shoes. I would sell a kidney to own those shoes. Want my eggs? Take 'em, just leave the shoes! Half my liver? Ok, what do I need it for anyway?!?! Gimme, gimme, gimme, I need, I need!!

And as I thought about selling a kidney to own a pair of Manolo Blahniks, I wondered... Am I more like Carrie than I thought?

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