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Sunday, June 12, 2011
Thank you Vintage Market Team..!
Claire's Faire was recently featured on the Vintage Market Team blog. Vintage glassware is so fun!
Reuse, Repurpose and a new shop!
I am not sure why I decided to add a bit more to my workload, but I did!
Recently a friend asked my husband to drive a load of "trash" to the dump for her since he has a pickup truck. While loading up the items, he saw these poles and decided to keep them and maybe find a way to use them. He was not sure at the time what he could do with them, but it did not take long for him to get this sweet bench built.
It was perfectly placed in an empty spot in our yard. Simple and sweet, but with no back to it. It was meant to fill in a little brick patch and maybe hold some flower pots.
A few days after the bench was finished, Joe(my husband) and I went to a flea market down the road. It was a great day for some vintage finds. As I started to walk away, I glanced under a table and saw an adorable sign that simply said "Zinnia's". The owner asked $1.00 for it and it found it's way home with us.
I was not sure at the time, but somehow I thought it would look great in our yard.
Joe thought he knew exactly where it should go, and after a few minutes and a few inches of wire, the sign found it's place in our yard.
Recently a friend asked my husband to drive a load of "trash" to the dump for her since he has a pickup truck. While loading up the items, he saw these poles and decided to keep them and maybe find a way to use them. He was not sure at the time what he could do with them, but it did not take long for him to get this sweet bench built.
It was perfectly placed in an empty spot in our yard. Simple and sweet, but with no back to it. It was meant to fill in a little brick patch and maybe hold some flower pots.
A few days after the bench was finished, Joe(my husband) and I went to a flea market down the road. It was a great day for some vintage finds. As I started to walk away, I glanced under a table and saw an adorable sign that simply said "Zinnia's". The owner asked $1.00 for it and it found it's way home with us.
Joe thought he knew exactly where it should go, and after a few minutes and a few inches of wire, the sign found it's place in our yard.
Well, it was just perfect!
As I looked at it, I thought what a great name for a new Etsy shop. My first shop "Claire's Faire" really has more of a dressy/sparkly look. But I also love rustic and simple items and seem to buy a lot of that as well. So a new shop was born...Zinnia's Oldfangles on Etsy. I am just getting started so there are just a few things in there, but I think I am going to like it!
I hope you will stop by and visit, and watch as we grow http://www.zinniasoldfangles.etsy.com/
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Saturday Flea Market Fun
I live down the road from a small retirement town in Arizona. Within this town are several communities, each with a distinct personality. These communities are all charming and the people who live there are close knit and kind. I wrote a little profile about them recently for the local newspaper and described them as people who know how to "hold hands and stick together"...and that they do.
They also have very nice vintage.
One of the communities holds a flea market once a month in the parking lot of their clubhouse. Any resident of the town can purchase a "parking spot" for a few dollars and bring their wares and sell them. Some weeks there are 20 spots filled, some weeks more like 40.The flea market is put on by a club of gentlemen who love to fish. They collect "leftovers" from the people in the area and sell the items at this flea market to donate the proceeds to charity. They are a fun and cheerful group and they are usually my first stop when I go there. They drink coffee and eat doughnuts on the back of their trailer and call out prices when you pick something up that you show some interest in. One time I picked up a mirror to examine it. The nice "fisher" who was watching me couldn't understand why I wanted a piece of "junk"...so he just gave it me..lol.. I have it hanging in my shop here at home and I think of them and chuckle when I glance at it.
I always try to buy something from them but today the pickings were slim. I did however find this old, worn, chippy, scratched up adorable little piece of metal. One of the gentlemen laughed and said he didn't know what it was but..
"I think you can put a candle in that too"...lol....
These gorgeous bowls were picked up this morning, listed when I got home and sold within an hour.
I thought they were beautiful and someone else did too!
They were made by Syracuse China in the early 1970's.
They were made by Syracuse China in the early 1970's.
Here are a few other things I was able to find today! Looking forward to visiting the flea market again in a few weeks...! Maybe next time I'll sit and have a cup of coffee and a doughnut with the boys!
Thursday, July 1, 2010
The "Wiley Wagon" Has Launched
It has been an emotional few weeks for me, for a lot of reasons. Everytime I think to write about it...the feelings wave over me again, and I have to stop.
I'll start with Wiley...
A few months ago we lost our friend "Wiley" to bone cancer, and I still get teary eyed whenever I think of him. I miss him so much.
Wiley came to us 9 years ago. My husband was out in an area called the Indian Bend Wash, which was located just a few hundred feet from our home at the time. He was on one of his twice daily walks with our two dogs at the time....Jaeger and Gunnar, father and son amazing Dalmatians.
As he started on the walk, he was followed by a dog, all the way to their destination and all the way back home. Doggie just trotted behind hubby and Dals...and came all the way home, and sat out in front of our house, looking in. I won't go into all the details of how this dog became ours...but he was meant to be. We named him Wiley...as in "Wile E. Coyote"...because that is what he looked like, a poor under fed, skinny straggly coyote. That soon changed with some good food, a little grooming (what he would allow) and much love.
I can't tell you what this doggie meant to us. He was with us though many hard times. We lost three dogs total during the time we had Wiley. My mother passed away, my mother in law and father in law also passed away all in the matter of one year, just three years ago. There was always Wiley to come home to...to cry on, and to be there as a comfort. .
When he became ill, my husband wanted a wagon that he could take out when he walked Wiley, in case Wiley became tired and had a hard time walking. He finally found one that was sturdy, a garden wagon that he ordered online.
He then cut wood to fit the inside, padded it and then upholstered it in material that would match. It was a labor of love.
Well, Wiley decided not to use it...lol...he walked every morning down to the park and back, even though at times slowly. He did jump on it one time while it sat in our living room, but he did not use it to be transported home. That did not matter to us...we wanted to do what we could for his comfort, and if he didn't need or want it...that was OK.
We lost Wiley in January of this year, and the wagon went into the garage.
A few weeks ago, my husband mentioned that he had called our vet's office to see if they could use the wagon. He had seem them struggle with large dogs that were injured or recovering, trying to get them up on the stainless steel carts that they used, and they were happy to accept the gift of the wagon.
I, on the other had, burst into tears at the thought it leaving our house...don't ask me why...I am a baby, I am sappy and I am sentimental. But honestly, that wagon was not meant to be used for anything else...it's purpose was to help a dog, and that is exactly what it needed to do.
My only request to my husband was that it in some way have Wiley's name on it before he sent it off.
Last week there was another reason to take a ride to the vet's office...Poor stray injured cat came to us....so off my husband went to the vet again.
When he came home he was somewhat teary eyed, and he told me this story.
The assistant at Power Road told my husband that a family had brought their dog in to the office and received some bad news about their pet. They were not ready to let their dog go, but it was large and was having a hard time walking. They asked the vet assistant if she had any idea of what they could do, as they wanted their dog to be able to go outside.
She replied..."As a matter of fact....."
Wiley.....the love keeps going on buddy..
I'll start with Wiley...
A few months ago we lost our friend "Wiley" to bone cancer, and I still get teary eyed whenever I think of him. I miss him so much.
Wiley came to us 9 years ago. My husband was out in an area called the Indian Bend Wash, which was located just a few hundred feet from our home at the time. He was on one of his twice daily walks with our two dogs at the time....Jaeger and Gunnar, father and son amazing Dalmatians.
As he started on the walk, he was followed by a dog, all the way to their destination and all the way back home. Doggie just trotted behind hubby and Dals...and came all the way home, and sat out in front of our house, looking in. I won't go into all the details of how this dog became ours...but he was meant to be. We named him Wiley...as in "Wile E. Coyote"...because that is what he looked like, a poor under fed, skinny straggly coyote. That soon changed with some good food, a little grooming (what he would allow) and much love.
I can't tell you what this doggie meant to us. He was with us though many hard times. We lost three dogs total during the time we had Wiley. My mother passed away, my mother in law and father in law also passed away all in the matter of one year, just three years ago. There was always Wiley to come home to...to cry on, and to be there as a comfort. .
When he became ill, my husband wanted a wagon that he could take out when he walked Wiley, in case Wiley became tired and had a hard time walking. He finally found one that was sturdy, a garden wagon that he ordered online.
Well, Wiley decided not to use it...lol...he walked every morning down to the park and back, even though at times slowly. He did jump on it one time while it sat in our living room, but he did not use it to be transported home. That did not matter to us...we wanted to do what we could for his comfort, and if he didn't need or want it...that was OK.
We lost Wiley in January of this year, and the wagon went into the garage.
A few weeks ago, my husband mentioned that he had called our vet's office to see if they could use the wagon. He had seem them struggle with large dogs that were injured or recovering, trying to get them up on the stainless steel carts that they used, and they were happy to accept the gift of the wagon.
I, on the other had, burst into tears at the thought it leaving our house...don't ask me why...I am a baby, I am sappy and I am sentimental. But honestly, that wagon was not meant to be used for anything else...it's purpose was to help a dog, and that is exactly what it needed to do.
My only request to my husband was that it in some way have Wiley's name on it before he sent it off.
Last week there was another reason to take a ride to the vet's office...Poor stray injured cat came to us....so off my husband went to the vet again.
When he came home he was somewhat teary eyed, and he told me this story.
The assistant at Power Road told my husband that a family had brought their dog in to the office and received some bad news about their pet. They were not ready to let their dog go, but it was large and was having a hard time walking. They asked the vet assistant if she had any idea of what they could do, as they wanted their dog to be able to go outside.
Wiley.....the love keeps going on buddy..
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