Junkin & Thrifting

I've been a Junker and a Thrifter long before Junking and Thrifting became popular.

Even when I was a child I remember collecting junk out of our creek bed at the ranch, usually an old tractor part that had broken off and been left there, or an old bottle of ? who knows what, and trudging my finds up to the house.

I started collecting crates and wooden boxes in my early teens.

When I was around 10 or so, my Dad would take trips to the dump on Saturdays, hauling our household trash to the local dump site.

Yes- we we're not so very environmentally conscious at that time. - ugh- sad, but true. 

I couldn't wait for Saturday mornings to ride along with Dad to the dump and see what treasures I could find. My Dad would get so irritated with me for bringing home more  'junk'. 

I would dig and search the whole time we were there, feeling so excited to find just the right thing. 

When Caveman and I were first married (1976) we had absolutely nothing to make a home with. 

We dug out this really old couch from his parent's barn, cleaned it up as best we could, and covered up the worn and tattered couch with a throw. 

Our first 'entertainment' center was made of bricks and 1x12 pieces of pine wood, which were stained, then  sealed with a clear coat of polyurethane.

We used an old picnic table as a kitchen table, and I covered it with a red checked cloth. 

We had this old Ben Franklin wood stove, which was never hooked up to burn wood, instead I used it for plants, setting them inside and the top of it. 

Caveman worked at a  lumber mill at that time, and I'll never forget when he brought home some scraps of wood and made some plant stands for me. 

This has nothing to do with thrifting,  but I remember having this VERY OLD canister vacuum cleaner that never really worked and the floor attachment part was missing. The only attachment it had left was the small upholstery type brush, which I would attach to the end of the hose, then I would vacuum the floor on my hands and knees pushing that small brush back and forth on the carpet.

For the first few months we had no washer or dryer, instead we went to a laundromat.
Finally, after a few months we were able to afford a second hand washing machine which we hooked up in the bathroom (so it could drain in the LARGE bathroom sink). I made a  makeshift clothes line in the bathroom to hang up our clothes to dry.
Man- did I ever feel like I was really "makin it' in the world.
The luxury of doing laundry at home was positively exhilarating!
 It wasn't a matter of choice, but rather one of necessity.

This crate started my first real  'official' collection of  junk....

I was about 12 years old at the time.
I've carried this with me almost my entire life.

I love it still to this very day.

( these aren't great pictures- sorry)

then came along this...

I'm in the process of doing some re-decorating, so they are empty for the moment.

This crate is holding books in my craft room. 

and this one.....my I got from my Grammy...
she added her personal touch with some paint here and there, accenting what was already on the crate.

Funny thing is I still thrift.
For instance, I wanted wood trim around my doors and windows, but honestly I just cannot afford it.
Yesterday I experimented on my front door, which looked like this

Let me tell  you it's really hard to take a picture of a window, my camera wanted to focus on what was outside. Anyways, you get the point.

I wanted to have the white window grids look like wood...

(another terrible picture)

A little CoCo ASCP, along with some Annie Sloan wax
= faux wood trim. 

I'm inspired and am now on a painting mission!

This picture is one that my Grammy painted in 1981. Originally it had a gold frame, which I wasn't wild about.
The picture however, I absolutely adore.

A little ASCP in Old White and some clear wax...

I love the Vintage look it gave the picture.

Today I am painting my old aquarium stand in the same Old White I used for the picture frame, and will be making it into a table.

Last weekend Beth and I went to the Roses and Rust Vintage show in Redding,
and I came home completely inspired to re-do and re-purpose several items I already had.
I brought home a few treasure as well.
I'll share them later.

 For now, I have a paint brush calling my name.

The Girasole Lady

Recovery

On Tuesday I had hand surgery.

Nothing serious,  left thumb trigger release. 

It has been painful and stuck for the past several months, and while I have some post-op pain, it is nothing compared to how it was feeling before the procedure. 

I'm just glad it is over, so I can heal up good before the gardening season. 

Yesterday was Valentine's day, and was fairly uneventful. 

A quiet evening at home.

I found some Daffodil's blooming in the wooden barrel and brought them indoors. 

The sun once again has been shinning. 

About 70 degrees for the past couple of days. 

These lady dolls came from Ireland. My Grammy bought them during her stay in Ireland, in the 70's.

Recently the lovely ladies have come to live here at Girasole Farm.

 One is carrying a basket of sticks, and the other has some knitting in hand. 

 I don't know much about them, except that they are hand made by a local craftsman in Ireland. 

I love the way they look with the evening sun shinning on them. 

(I have been using my camera with the flash off, hmmm.....)

My Grammy kept a journal during her stay in Ireland, I need to re-read it and see if she mentions about her purchase of the dolls, since at the moment I seem not to remember. 

I will be glad to get this wrapping off my hand and the sutures removed next Wednesday. 

Have a lovely day.

The Girasole Lady