Recently at a thrift store during a quest to find a good, cheap, two-drawer filing cabinet, I found an absolute treasure. I really try hard not to fawn over “things”, but I could not get over how much I was in love with this vintage chunky needlepoint/crewel embroidery “tea scene”, as I call it, piece. (I do not partake in these kinds of crafts, so I have no idea what this is technically called, if anybody knows, please tell me!) I already had a very similar one at home of a Boston Fern so it was an absolute no-brainer to add this to our family. The very sad part about this story is that there was an amazing popcorn one, exact same style, exceedingly gorgeous, but it was without a frame. I tore that thrift store apart looking for it and came up empty handed. I decided not to buy it. As soon as I was home, I was enraged with myself for not getting it, knowing I could easily come across one of these frames at a thrift store some time or another, but I could not justify the 25 minute drive back out there the next day just for a $1.99 piece. The next time I am out there, though, on a hope and a prayer, you better believe I will be digging for it. (If you were wondering, not only did we leave with this lovely decorating piece, but we did, indeed, find a great filing cabinet!)
For better lighting and angles, I photographed these against my piano. They are lovingly adorning our walls as their permanent home.
Please excuse my lack of posting, most of the family, but most especially poor Rudy Mae, has been very sick the last week and a half. I’m just now finally getting a chance to make a fresh post and I must say that I am excited about it. We decorated for the holidays the Monday after Thanksgiving (I believe that was the topic of my blog two posts ago) but I hadn’t gotten the stockings up yet because we were trying to decide on the best place for them still. Yesterday as I was cleaning the heck out of our home, I decided to just throw them up myself and I am thrilled with them. I absolutely adore how they look and, yes, it made me even more excited about Christmas. (And you thought that wasn’t possible!)
I cannot wait to fill these beauties with goodies and see the faces of our children as they open them. Sometimes stockings can be more fun than presents!
As soon as Thanksgiving is over, the first available evening that all five of us can be together we reserve as “Decorating Day”. It takes a good chunk of the night, so it takes commitment, and some years the kids are more gung-ho than others. This year it fell on Monday the 26th. The success was mediocre, with Rudy Mae and Calum both falling ill right before we started, but our home still looks lovely and festive and has helped push me further into the holiday mood than ever.
Complete side note: I did a post a bit back about some vintage nativity pieces I found at a thrift store. One thing that I can say is really, really me is most things vintage-y, treasure-y, olden-days-y, etc. I don’t love things/possessions (okay, I might have a slight love-affair with my books, but I digress) but I really do feel like all of our holiday decorations, and home decorations in general, really reflect who we are. I am extremely happy with our collection of decorations and I hope my photographs have done them some justice.
My favorite decorations are those of the homemade persuasion. A tiny version of Calum.
I got such a kick out of displaying my vintage Christmas decorations, and honestly have been planning on showing more elements of my home some time or another, so today while I was making some lunch for Rudy Mae and I, I decided to snap some of my favorite elements of my kitchen. Some are purely for decoration, some are functional, but all are thrift store finds, or as I call them, “treasures” (and as I pronounce it very obnoxiously, “tray-sures”).
Ever since I can remember, my style has been of a very vintage quality. I credit that to my mother who has always had a wonderful sense of style, shopping mostly at thrift stores, slightly because that’s what we could afford, and mostly because one can find super awesome vintage things there. When I refer to “my style”, I am speaking of my personal style, my clothing, etc, but also my home decorating. One of these days, I will have to document through photography some of my favorite vintage home decorations to give you a feel of what my personal taste is; I’m not tooting my own horn, but golly do I have some incredibly amazing house decorations.
As a person who loves to add personal touches through decoration in my home, I am very much in love with decorating it for the holidays. My holiday collection always feels to me like it is complete, until that day when I walk into a thrift store and see some vintage Christmas decorations screaming my name, which is exactly what happened last night. There were six figures and they were .99 cents a piece, which totaled $5.94. I had an internal debate for quite some time, that was a little hard for me to pay, but the more I looked at these guys, the harder I fell in love, and the more I knew that my house was the home they belonged in.
We get pretty excited about holidays in our house, but for some reason this year, Halloween has seemed to have gotten swept under the rug. Oh, we have costumes picked out and a few decorations up, but usually it is all on a much grander scale. I did manage to catch a few things in photograph that had something or another to do with Halloween and I present them here for your viewing pleasure:
“You talkin’ to me?”
Just a Baby Spider-man browsing through the store, no big deal.
Rudy Mae thoroughly enjoyed these Spider-man glasses.
She really loves hats. She will leave them on forever.
Part of the costume we decided on. At that moment she actually did NOT love hats and refused to wear the gnome hat/beard that completes the look.
Yellow Springs holds an annual Zombie Walk every year. The boys have always enjoyed participating, but this year we took Roo up too. I’m not sure how she felt…(I promise, she thought it was fun. That zombie is my friend Natalie and Rudy knows her.)
Ziven opted to be a zombie hunter this year.
I just can’t ever be serious, and if there’s any time to be serious, it’s when you’re being attacked by a zombie.
Calum was your typical zombie and did quite a splendid job at it. Creep. (I cropped this photograph because two of Calum’s friends were in it and out of respect for them and their parents, I did not want to included them not knowing if they would be okay with it.)
They were setting off paper laterns at the Zombie Walk and in the midst of all the doom and creepiness, it was a rather lovely moment of calm.