Have I mentioned I love thrift stores yet? Probably not. And my almost-three-year-old definitely does not ask to go on an "outing to the fwift stowe to sewch for val-u-bles." Because that wouldn't be precious at all...
So--here's the buffet in our dining room, decorated for the holidays (almost) entirely from the thrift store. The lamps were my grandmothers, and the buffet comes from my aunt's ex-husband's mother via my own mother (follow that?) and the center display thing is from here (very cool store) but everything else is either thrifted or free.
I found the lampshades and the mirror a while back. The milk glass is all collected from the Salvation Army. I bought a couple of those pieces (the urn-shaped vase, the Apilco lion dish and the beaded vase) a while ago. The rest I found this week. I think I paid less than $6 for all of it. I especially like the quilted thing-- it doesn't have a bottom, and I have a candle in there. I haven't lit it yet, but I bet it glows really beautifully at night....
I know it's considered "green" (which equates to "cool") to buy second-hand/used these days, and I'm so glad. I feel like I can come out of the closet, so to speak. I bet some of my more chi-chi friends who read this blog don't quite know what to think of me (or maybe they've had me pegged all along and were just too sweet to say anything....)
It's the perfect equation: totally unique goods+cheapskate+a good way to kill an hour= fun.
Also, all the branches were free, since John Harper and I dug them out of the cut-off-from-the-trees-people-took-home-bin at Lowes. Yeah, I'm that girl. (I'm probably supposed to be embarassed about that one, huh?)
The ornaments are all thrifted, as well. Plus, I found a HUGE box of old glass balls, which I made into one of these. It's not entirely circular. I'm debating whether I plan to fix that or not. On a side note, I proposed marriage to Eddie Ross via the comments section of his blog last night. He did not accept (although he did accept my comment. If you wanna go see me making a virtual fool of myself, go right ahead, but I'm not going to link it for you...)
And because sometimes it really bugs me how blogs make it look like all mothers of very young children do is sit around and beautify their homes, here's what the other side of the room looks like.
It's very Grey Gardens, no? And let it be noted that those objects under the high chair are the pieces of the grilled cheese sandwich that the baby dropped carefully, deliberatly and one-by-one while I stared right at him while checking my email during lunch. Four hours ago. Yeah.