Sell In a Haste, Repent In Leisure: Buying and Selling Vintage Finds

 

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Sometimes I daydream that I have a real fairy godmother, and she shows up in my kitchen one night while I’m cooking, a big poof of turqoise tulle and glitter. She may or may not be wearing a Homer Laughlin Orange Tree Bowl as a hat. She waves a wand around and says, “My determined and faithful thrifter. I’m going to gift you $10 for every thrifting hour you’ve spent in an antique shop or thrift store in your lifetime.”

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Blue

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We took a trip to the shore. It was an unseasonably warm day, and we walked alongside the ocean. The sea gulls were calling, the waves were crashing, and I kept taking the biggest breaths possible, filling my lungs with fresh sea air. It felt like a peaceful way to bookend a week that has been, for so many people, a horror show.

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Decorating Above the TV (AKA My Toleware Sconce Obsession Pays Off)

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Big spaces above the tv are my own personal decorating nightmare. I know more positive people would say, “No, Liz. They’re opportunities for something cool.”

Be that as it may, I am slowly accepting that I’m not a Pollyanna person. I’m more of a this kind of person. I see a big intimidating space of wall and just end up living with it for months, frozen in indecision, and muttering “why can’t you contribute something to this household” as I pass by it every so often.

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February Refresh: Blog Updating

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I am currently listening to the sound of sleet pinging against the window and looking at pictures of roses past. Normally I would be considering whether to take my daily walk, but right now I’m considering whether or not I can make a batch of cookies at 9:30 in the morning without having “a problem.” I’m weighing that rationale with telling myself, “But you could order one of those tiny trampolines and run in place INSIDE, which would totes burn off all the cookie calories.”

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Mabel’s House: Thoughts on Cocoons and an “Old Life”

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Over ten years ago I started a blog called Mabel’s House. It was my reason to wake up in the morning. I took photos, and decorated my house, and wrote. I had an outlet, a place I could be happy and funnel all my creative energy into one spot. I had a dog I adored. Her name was Mabel. She was a schnauzer-mix, a pushy, loving, hilarious, loud-barking, stranger-hating, couch-squishing baby. She was the queen of the house, so it was only fitting that she was queen of my blog as well.

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