When I say I go antiquing, I really think I’m kind of exaggerating.
I don’t really buy any antiques like furniture (unless it’s really cheap and antique furniture isn’t cheap), I don’t buy art or first edition books or turn of the century (20th century, or course) mementos. I can’t afford that kind of stuff and I would be too nervous it would get destroyed in my house of two boys and their friends. (Nerf War anyone?)
What I do is look for are things that catch my eye and intrigue me, things that could be made into something else.
I have an affinity for linens from the 1940’s and 1950’s. I buy handkerchiefs, tablecloths, aprons and pillowcases.
I love to make Pillowcase Dresses with those beautiful, hand embroidered pillowcases from days gone by…to think some mother or grandmother actually painstakingly sewed and embroidered pillowcases for her loved ones…how could that go to waste?
I love to look at all the detail and workwomanship that went into these pillowcases.
One time I found an entire box of sugar sacks!
So far, I’ve only made a pillow out of one, but I have plans for more!
I even fashioned a Christmas-themed apron from one of them.
I guess my point is (besides the one on my head), is that I like to make old things new again.
This metal thing/shovel
What was it used for, I wonder…of course a shovel of some sort, but for what? Ice? Grains? Shit? (Sorry, I couldn’t resist)
After a good cleaning with bleach, (in case it was used for you-know-what), I put it to another use.
I took down the Chicken Head and put up a Shovel-Shelf.
Shovel-Shelf, Shovel-Shelf, Shovel-Shelf
(Try saying that three times, really fast)
Your doing it, aren’t ya?
Now Go Out There And Find Something Old to Make Into Something New
And if needed, use bleach to put your mind at rest.
Peace to You,