It has always been my habit to peer into dumpsters as I drive by them to see if anything looks interesting. Well today, something looked very interesting. So interesting in fact, that I slammed on my brakes, did an illegal U-turn and sped back as fast as the Kia Rio would take me.
When I arrived at the dumpster, I got a better view. And look...another passerby saw something he liked, too!
In less time than you can say "preacher's pulpit", it was safely ensconced in the back of the Rio.
The other day, I stopped by one of my favorite junking spots. It's the kind of place that has stuff in large quantities. Barrels of old wine corks, barrels of bottle tops, barrels of discarded ribbons. You know, barrels. One of them held an impressive variety of fake flora, mostly the plastic & synthetic stuff that makes my skin crawl. However, on this particular day, look what was at the top of the pile....
A vintage bump chenille flower. And it was ORANGE. How lucky can a girl get only 3 weeks from Halloween, the orangiest holiday of the year? I snatched it up and started to dig further and further into the synthetic flotsam and jetsam. HELLO! The rest of the bump chenille bouquet appeared!
I promise you that I gasped out loud when I saw it. No one heard me, so if it's like that whole tree-falls-in-the-forest thing, I have no way of proving it. You can trust me on this. I gasped.
And now, look at the happy arrangement in my pure black English Ironstone jug. Girls, sometimes in this life, you just gotta dig.
Well girls, I've decided to re-launch my blog. I've been on an OGT hiatus while tending to other projects, namely THIS.
What better way to get back into the swing of things than by highlighting another lover of trash? I saw this incredible sight the other day and just about drove off the road. At first, I thought a tree had fallen onto the roof of the car. But as I passed by, I could see there was much more to the story. Like, a string of holiday lights, tinsel and various other bits and bobs. In the middle of it all...a ginormous stuffed bunny holding (I think) a plastic doll.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a collector, too. But my junk is on display at home, or tenderly packed away in boxes marked: "even more stuff I can't get rid of". I don't drive around with my treasures piled into an arrangement on top of my car. To each her own, I guess.
About 18 months ago, I headed in a new, but related direction...as a vintage market producer. Plucky Maidens Junk Fest! launched in August 2011 and has grown by leaps and bounds. We host 3 large and festive vintage shows a year, in and around Portland. Our "Smorgasbords of Vintage Wares" feature 50+ vendors, refreshing cocktails, yummy food & live music. We drink! We nosh! We dance! And my o my, how we JUNK!
The stories I used to share on OGT can now be found on the Plucky Maidens facebook page HERE.
Come on over for a visit and "Like" us, will ya?
Our other big, fabulous news is that we're launching group buying trips to the flea markets of Paris and London this year. More information can be found on our website HERE.
As for my One Gal's Trash blog, I don't have the heart to shut her down. I'm just going to officially put her on hiatus. Many thanks for all the junky love over the years.
Disclaimer alert: This post isn't about anything vintage or antique or upcycled. But what I'm about to tell you took place near a trash dumpster, so at least there's a connection to the name of this blog. I spotted this bit of green the other day in an alley, and at first thought it was a weed. I took a closer look and realized that it was a tomato plant. A big tomato plant.
But here's the thing. Tomato plants aren't normally volunteers, or perennials for that matter. You plant one where you want it...it grows for a season...end of story. This one is growing out of a crack in the pavement. See?
So, here's what must have happened....Someone tossed a tomato in the dumpster, but missed. A random seed from the squashed tomato happened to end up in a bit of dirt at the intersection of the building and the sidewalk and the parking lot. And then, it got enough sun and water to survive and thrive.
It's even producing fruit! Don't you just adore nature?
My pal, Amy, of Into Vintage and Vintage Market Guide collects vintage tablecloths....including the ones with holes and stains. Then she sits down at her sewing machine, cuts them up, and turns them into something fabulous, instead of just letting them pile up in closets and drawers like some people I know. Anywho, I recently handed her a sweet but holey yellow cloth festooned with pineapples and lemons and asked her to work her magic. She did.
The pocket is my favorite bit. The black vintage trim is perfect!
Amy dug through her stash and crafted the tie from a color coordinated vintage sheet. The only problem? I can't imagine actually using the apron while cooking. It's too pretty to ruin with splatters of spaghetti sauce and cheap red wine. Maybe I'll only wear it while I'm reading. Thank you, Amy!