Since I'm still waiting to finalize the condo loan (although I'm being cautiously optimistic at this point), I thought I'd get back to my first love: my stuff. Here are some recent acquisitions at the flea market prior to my self-imposed end o' spending. (Groan. This is worse than Weight Watchers, South Beach Diet AND Richard Simmons all rolled into one evil little ball).
A Mirromatic Electric Percolator by Mirro "The Finest Aluminum" USA. It came with the interior basket but no cord. Anyone know where to get replacement cords? I love its art deco lines and the very cool plastic (might be bakelite but who cares) handle.
I really like the way it looks on the stove. I was finally able to discover some information on the stove while I was cleaning it the other day. Ahem. Did you read that? WHILE I WAS CLEANING IT (THE STOVE) THE OTHER DAY?! This is an amazing statement coming from me since I rarely use the stove just so I don't have to clean it. Good thing it doesn't snow here cuz me and my outdoor grill got a THANG goin' on! It's a "French Cook" gas stove manufactured by Magic Chef, Cleveland Tenn. I have the model number and serial number but can't find any specific information on the internet. I'm pretty sure it's from the 60's or 70's but I'd like to know for sure.
Vintage "Made In Japan" liquor decanter in the shape of a cactus with requisite drunken Mexican hanging onto cactus. Know how I know he's drunk? HE'S HANGING ON TO A CACTUS. DUUUUUH. There are also two little cups for sipping and even a bit of green, red and yellow cold paint.
Cute plastic Raggedy Ann planter marked 1974 Rubens Originals, LA, USA. Made In Hong Kong. It's also marked (R) Polyceramics By Rubens. Polyceramics? Huh?
And for all you mid-century-atomic-retro-spacerocket-boomerangshape hipsters out there, a gi-NOR-mous gold-flecked orange ashtray with three little peg feet. The shiny glaze has worn off in the middle, probably due to the layer of ancient grime I had to scrub off. It's in perfect condition other than that, so I guess it got buried in someone's barn back in 1965 or something. Notice how I didn't say "attic" or "closet" when I said it got buried. This is "American Pickers" country down here, boys and girls, and everything either gets thrown IN the barn or simply on the pile BEHIND the barn.
Normally I'd say I'm going to hit the yard sales and flea market this weekend. Instead, I'm going to start getting a bunch of my stuff ready to either go in my new Etsy store or to the flea market in a couple of weeks. Incredibly, I'm finally doing something my husband asked me to do (stop buying stuff) and even more incredibly, he hasn't gone into shock dealing with my new-found self-control.
Tragically, there are two estate sales, an estate auction, innumerable garage sales AND an antiques & collectibles street fair in the next two weeks. GOD! GIVE ME STRENGTH!