everything old can be new again!

I have always been a bit obsessed with things that are old, things that have served another purpose…things that have a story to tell. And I am a firm believer that everything in my home should be beautiful and should reflect our lifestyle. If I don’t love it and it doesn’t work for us…it’s outta here! If you have journeyed through our home renovation, you know what I mean…from rusted bird-cage lighting in the kitchen to an 1800’s pine mantel in my living room, I love old things.

It seems like a natural progression to move from the antique stores to Goodwill. Yep. That’s right. Goodwill. There I said it. I have become a Goodwill shopper (Inspired by my historical preservationist friend RCR!). I’d like to say that this new hobby came out of necessity. But it didn’t. It’s more about the quest, the history, the thrill of the hunt! I could go to pottery barn to buy a lamp (and I have and probably will again), but how fun to find a lamp or a painting or other accessory at Goodwill. There’s a story for sure!

Yesterday, I didn’t set out to find these amazing  pottery bowls, because Lord knows…I don’t need another bowl (I probably have a hundred!) But I just couldn’t resist. They look so fab with my Vietri brown and black pottery. AND they were perfect for the Gumbo I served for last night’s cold rainy get together with friends.

So here they are!   I purchased all four for $6.50. They are handmade and include the potter’s stamp. I’ll have to ask my friend E.F.  if they are “fine” pottery! Why in the world would someone part with these?

Regardless, their loss is certainly my gain. These little darlings are fabulous. Won’t you join me for a bowl of soup?

And if you think I was clever enough to dream up shopping at Goodwill and Craig’s list for home decor…I am flattered but you are mistaken. I have become a blog junkie for several design inspiring blogs including Apartment Therapy http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ and Mr. Goodwill Hunting  http://mrgoodwillhunting.blogspot.com/

The Key West of My Imagination…

Key West….a place I have dreamed about visiting. In my mind, Key West was a glamorous yet shabby chic tropical spot where beautiful people sipped rum runners and belinis. The women who came from my imaginative  Key West wore Lilly and Jack Rodgers…and maybe some fab gold hoops and a series of delicate bangles. Lots of pink. Lots of green. The men wore khaki shorts, freshly ironed fishing shirts and maybe a pastel polo with a fun belt and deck shoes. Maybe a visor.  My Key West was almost like a country club located on the water.  The streets were lined with chic little boutiques and art galleries. The precious cottages on the side streets were all updated and had tropical gardens.

Funny thing is…my little imagination was not exactly reality. Here’s the real Key West:

I croppped out this woman...she looks like many I saw. Someone please let America know that unless you look like Daisy Duke...you should not wear jean shorts. This goes for men as well!

 

It is so funny how our imagination can conjure up ideas that are grounded in fantasy. I have no reason why in the world I had painted such a glam place in my mind. Key West is a place were the average joe american unloads off of a cruise ship to buy a t-shirt from Hog’s Breath, Margaritaville or Sloppy Joes. It’s nothing more than a glorified Myrtle Beach with a sense of history.  

 I can say I have cruised down A1A in a convertable….and I can check Key West off of the bucket list. Nice to meet you Key West…but next time I’ll just go to Wal-Mart on a Saturday in small town America!  I think C. really had a great time. Perhaps Key West is a man’s kind of spot. Maybe next time he can go with the boys and do some fishing!

PS- If you are reading this thinking that I am a snob…well yes…your intuition is correct. I admit it. I am.

Here are a few other photos from our trip…the weather was amazing and we did enjoy renting bikes and cruising around the city.

I knew there would be many interesting artist...but I am not sure that this is what I expected.on the flip side...there weren't nearly as many chickens as I thought there would be. Guess all the cars and buses control the poultry populationI totally thought it would be one massive tropical garden...but this was really the only hibiscus I saw. Not a cloud in the sky.