Texas Déjà Vu

B.H. and I have just returned from a visit to his sister in east Texas.  She reads the blog, and of course had lots of places picked out for shopping.  We were so busy looking that I didn’t take as many pictures as I could have—lucky for you!  Of course, we also saw a few good things and even bought one or two, as you shall see.

The trip started off with good omens and beautiful views:

This is our “local” fourteener, Longs Peak, which is in Rocky Mountain National Park, but it’s visible along the northern I-25 corridor, so I claim it!  It’s also the peak on the Colorado state quarter.  Obviously with all the rain we’ve had, it’s been snowing up there.  I know the skies don’t look great, but hey, we were leaving, so it must be better where we were heading, right?

Ah, that would be a big NOPE:

While we dodged all the hail, bad thunderstorms, and tornadoes through Kansas and Oklahoma, this was pretty much our view for 900 miles until we got to Texas.  I feel for all of the people in the plains states that have suffered through a record number of tornadoes, and storms with damaging winds and hail.  The aftermath of those storms is flooding and dealing with insurance companies, not to mention coming to grips with losing your home and community.

We were so giddy to make it through all of the weather chaos, that S-I-L Dorothy and I headed out to the local vintage mart the next day:

Oh dear, I wasn’t even sure at first glance if this was a squirrel or rabbit.  For a moment, I confused the big fluffy tail with ears coming out of the sides of the hat!  I also want to snark a bit about why this was even in the booth.  You can see from the cabinet behind, that the owner has pretty good taste, relatively, and then there is this thing!  It almost looks possessed in the picture, and those eyes are definitely demonic.  However, he is quasi-useful:

If I had ever put my precious pennies in this bank as a kid, I would never go near it to sneak money out!  Best to let some things sit undisturbed!

The next day, just to keep me from feeling lonesome, Dorothy took me to the local Goodwill:

What do you call this style—picture in picture?  It’s pretty dang hideous no matter what.  I am unmoved by the fact that the interior picture is chock-full of cherubs.  There isn’t anything good enough to make this mess palatable.

Dorothy was looking for fabric to recover her dining room chairs.  I suggested we go look at Goodwill, and it worked out:

She bought a whole roll of material for $8 and it was from the Henry Ford collection, don’t you know?  It’s amazing what you can find at thrift stores with hardly any looking.  The chairs look so nice and fresh all for eight bucks and a little work.

Friday we went to Ye Olde Antique Mall, the place where I took all the gruesome pics from my last trip to TX:

The first thing I noticed is that they have improved the lighting, dramatically.  It was bright and shiny inside.  So, no excuse for dark and muddy pictures.

These salt and peppers were kind of confusing:

I’m not exactly sure who would want tank shakers, and those are some bold color choices.  In real life, a tank might be less conspicuous if they painted a bull’s-eye on the top hatch!  They were marked Japan.  I don’t think we landed tanks in Japan in the aftermath of WWII, but I’m no military historian.  B.H. pointed out how short those barrels are; sort of like a sawed-off tank, if you will.  I’m pretty sure that’s illegal!  As soon as I say that I’ll never see another pair like that again, I sure as shootin’ will!  That is how these things work.  You go 60+ years without ever seeing a thing, and then you see it five times in the next six months.

The last time I was here, it was officially the House of a Thousand Lamps.  Some things never change:

I really liked this lamp with its modern look; the metal and teak gave it that Mid-century modern pizzazz.  I was trying to figure out where to put it, when I read a sign at the back of the booth.  This person assembles lamps from pieces of other lamps.  I find that interesting, but it kind of lessened my desire for the lamp.  If he had only Frankensteined it 60 years ago, I would have been all over it.  Weird, huh?

Talk about Frankensteining a lamp:

The shade looks like it’s a steamer from a big pot.  The body of the lamp is a pitcher of some sort.  It’s very strange, and I think that the light coming out from all of those holes would be weird.  It kind of makes the ’60s wood lamp with the milk glass shade seem desirable.  BTW, this is another booth, miles from the first one.  So, there are several mad tinkerers at work in this vintage mall.

If pitcher/steamer lamps aren’t your thing, how about this group?

The lamp on the left is just a regular lamp.  The one to the right started life as a wooden post on something, which had been drilled out and lampified.  I think I had a bed with a post like that when I was a kid.  The next lamp to the right is a tin of some Italian food, maybe pasta.  The lid still comes off.  I would also guess that shade was handmade and weird.  I keep thinking of a baseball when I look at it.  Finally, on the right end, that looks like a milk can, or some other sort of liquid-containing thing, with a metal basket (?) on top as a shade.  You tell me.  This person has a ton of creativity.  I just wish they used it for good, not bad!

I want to end on a couple of good things.  I have scraps of crazy quilts, but never quite knew what to do with them.  Now I do:

I like them on a footstool, and I probably would like one as a pillow if I could keep it away from my pillow-hating dog.  He knocks pillows off of the furniture all the time.  I will plump them all up and put them on the couch and big chair; five minutes later they are all on the floor.  Maybe I should make a dresser scarf out of my crazy quilt pieces and skip the pillows.

On the way back to CO, we went a different way to avoid all the weather mayhem still going on in Kansas and Oklahoma.  We went west to Amarillo, and then north through south-eastern Colorado.  We drove through the Comanche National Grassland and saw masses of these yellow flowers:

I’m not sure what they were, but they were bright and cheerful.  Looking on the internet, there are several kinds of yellow flowers that grow there.  I need to go back next spring and spend some time wandering around and enjoying, instead of speeding by in a car.  Grasslands have a subtle beauty that we might miss when spending too much time admiring the showier dogwoods and redbuds.  I was disappointed that I didn’t see any blue bonnets in Texas.  That, I hear, is a sight not to be missed.

We didn’t even make it to Friday for shopping.  Kathy swung by and picked me up this morning for an enormous estate sale in a small nearby town.  It was amazingly huge—a farm that the same family worked for over 100 years.  Same family who NEVER threw anything away!  So, we’ll show you pictures of that sale after we write a post about the fabulous sale we went to in Cheyenne with tons of old clothes.  If we keep going to estate sales all summer, we might never catch up!

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2 Responses to Texas Déjà Vu

  1. sandi magle says:

    Fun trip—only issue with the lamps–(I love REDO’s on stuff that would end up in the dump) is the sense of scale. There are certain size relationships that are pleasing and those that are not—these guys are ingenious—but need a lesson on pleasing proportions.

    • kathy & deb says:

      That’s a great point, Sandi. Maybe that’s what bothered me the most about some of the lamps, but I couldn’t articulate it. I do admire their desire to reuse and reduce. Thanks for the insight!

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