Recently someone in a blogging group suggested that we post photos of things around our homes and tell the stories that go with them. I thought it was a good idea as long as nothing I post leads to an arrest warrant.
Hopefully all that evidence has been destroyed.
When it comes to decorating, my choices fall into four categories.
2) Weird, odd, strange, humorous, preferably a little disconcerting
3) Not mass-produced (If it is mass produced, it should be old and/or weird.)
4) Anything made by one of my kids, no matter how crappy it looks
Here are a few of my favorite things.
I love vintage bottles. Especially ones that contain old medicines or poisons. They give guests a welcoming “don’t-eat-anything-they-give-you” sort of vibe. We’ve gotten some great comments about the chloroform, formaldehyde and strychnine in the powder room. The Laudanum bottle used to be half full. I guess sampling is okay.
The Dixie Blind Staggers Remedy is a special piece. Growing up, when one of us was sick, my dad would say that we had the “blind staggers.” I’d always thought it was just a funny illness that he made up until running across the orange box in an antique store in Petersburg. Of course, I had to buy it.
This is my all time favorite purchase from the Treasure Store in Dublin, GA. It’s a fish reading a book. He must be over 40 because he’s wearing little reading glasses.
It might seem silly, but I still display my kids’ old artwork from preschool to now for every holiday. Here’s our St. Patrick’s theme in really bad lighting. No matter how old the boys get, I want to enjoy their creativity all throughout the year…not just when I’m looking at scrapbooks.
Jack always wanted an outdoors/hunting themed bedroom. The hornet nest in the corner used to hang in my brother’s room after he found it in the woods 30 years ago. (Gosh, I’m getting old.) Luckily it had been vacant for quite a while. Guess the hornet real estate market was slow that year.
I would show you pics of Andrew’s room, but his laundry hamper and bat bag exploded in there at some point last night and he’s still in bed, asleep.
My first ever Pinterest project. We already had the old plywood and paint. I printed out the letters myself and the frames were $1 each.
I started painting the upstairs hall the other day. Starting is much easier than finishing.
Did I mention that I like weird stuff? These books are available for every state (I think). I painted the eyeball tree pic in the background, trying to be like one of my favorite Etsy artists, Kerri Ambrosino.
I have a thing for old funeral home fans. They’re lovely yet sort of creepy.
My chalk-painted Goodwill frame display. It still needs something, but I’m not sure what. (Don’t say pictures.) I might just trash the whole thing and start over.
My granny’s piano. That’s her in the picture. At age 12, she and my great aunt Gladys, her twin sister, starting playing the organ and piano for the First Christian Church in Wrightsville, GA. Rarely missing a Sunday, they were the church musicians until shortly before Granny passed away at age 86. Their renditions of “In the Garden” and “Softly and Tenderly” could bring tears to your eyes.
I thought I might be an artist once, but every time I displayed one of my pieces, people would ask if Andrew or Jack painted it in kindergarten.
This is my favorite. I call it “Untrustworthy Orange Cat.”
This is “Embarrassed Plaid Moose.”
Old farm tables with painted chairs are so cool to me.
These are from West Elm. The idea of woodland creatures dressed in human clothing makes me smile.
Old Treasure Store typewriter, elementary art class pottery projects and a photo of James and me from 13 years ago that reminds me how much I’ve aged.
This old hat box and giant dollar watch metal thing are from Hall Brothers Department store in Wrightsville, GA. It was started by my great grandfather, then passed to my grandfather and then to my dad. As a little kid, I had a large time hiding inside the circular clothing racks and shouting “BOO” at unsuspecting shoppers as they pushed the hangers aside. (They didn’t seem to enjoy this game as much as I did.)
Who doesn’t need an old paper cutter from Crazy Jack’s Antique Bazaar in Chesterfield?
One can never have too many quilts…a motto I adopted from my mom.
Loyal Mr. Giant Metal Rooster stands guard in the front flower bed. His menacing presence scares off any would-be burglars.
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