Gave myself a bit of a break from my beloved computer. I've been having some issues with my hands and arms and thought that it might be a good idea to ease up a little bit. I'm going to try to ease back into the swing of things beginning now.
I'm going to start off by bragging about my little sis again. I am sooo lucky to have a sister that shares many of the same interests. I've mentioned before how that when I go home to visit my family I return home laden with gifts. Last weekend was no exception. I strolled into my sisters room uninvited and all bossy (I'm older) and let out a big girly scream when my eyes landed on this book upon her bed:
Hello! What's this? Guess what she replied? "Well I picked this up for you but I was thinking about keeping it." Oh no you're not. She didn't. Bless her heart.
Following are some examples of the gems to be found in this wonderful, massive, informative, beautiful book.
From the 1850s:
Last remaining slave, Ceaser. 1851:
An early photo of Sarah Bernhardt http://www.sarah-bernhardt.com/
Paris. Remains of a building after a massive fire:
Little ones playing on a swing:
This next photo immediately caught my attention:
It was the baskets. I'm wild, crazy and irrational when it comes to old baskets. Zoom in.
Little sis also poured these beauties out onto the table before me:
"Remember these?" She asked. "
"No." Because I truly did not.
"Are you giving these to me too?" I inquired.
"No. You're not getting these." Bummer.
We also failed miserably at having a yard sale this weekend. My poor husband just about killed himself rearranging everything in our over stuffed garage on Friday while I carefully cleaned and planted stuff about on the tables. We made about $10. This morning we only had 3 cars come by. Anyways as we were dismantling the garage I snapped a few photos of some of my buried treasure. Things that I had forgotten that I had because they were completely buried. This antique oval framed lady is dear to my heart.
She was discovered early one morning when I was living in Hayward, California. I always loved her because she appears as if she is ready to embark on The Grand Tour. Being always ready for a Grand Tour myself, I can readily identify with her. Or rather, the life I've conjured up for her.
Below are a pair of old brackets that we found in an old barn here in Riverside. I used to have them propped up along a window seal. Love em.
This is a detail from a lovely old 3 sectioned mirror. The middle section is long gone. One of these days I intend to replace the middle area with cork and hang it up beside my computer.
I came across several bits of ephemera and put the aside. Here are a few from my pile.
A postcard of Betty Davis holding a pillow that reads "Old age ain't no place for sissies."
Another postcard showing Gertrude Stein and her beloved Alice B. Friends of mine know by now how much I love a great interior shot. Oh how do I wish I could see the rest of their house.
A pretty old card:
This next postcard is of a vintage clothing store that was long gone the last time I was in Amsterdam (about 3 years ago). Imagine. I huge crazy vintage clothing fanatic like myself wandering the streets of Amsterdam and I round a bend smack dab into this. I was in heaven!
A hand embellished menu:
Bits and pieces found inside the menu: