tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72581681934395860892024-02-19T07:03:40.491-08:00Furniture AddictThe discoveries and musings of an obsessive home decor Treasure Hunter/Dumpster Diver/Trash Digger!Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-8740906937922904442011-02-05T13:09:00.000-08:002011-02-05T13:13:09.667-08:00Sybil Style<div class="MsoNormal">I’m not yet sold on 2011. Sure, the Year of the Rabbit sounds all warm-n-fuzzy, but my experience thus far is mixed. There was the armed robbery in my office parking garage (I as victim, not assailant). Then, the Passat break-in (again, victim). And the death of my partner’s father (see, it’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not </i>all about me). Oh, and on an irritating side note, this week I was alerted by a neighbor that the ‘hood busy-bodies have been complaining via listserve about the lovely and legal (albeit blue collar-tinged) <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2010/06/vintage-vanguard.html">Bianca the Van</a> being parked on the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">public</i> street in our historic area of Arlington. I guess Class Snobbery is Prestige’s first-cousin.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">On the flipside, the year began rather pleasantly. On January 8-9, “<a href="http://www.LuckVintageDecor.com/">As Luck Would Have It</a>” once again participated in the <a href="http://www.damorepromotions.com/index.htm">DC Big Flea</a> at the Dulles Expo Center in Chantilly, Virginia. Readers of this Blog (to whom I must be a huge disappointment, since I’ve neglected my writerly duties for months) should be familiar with my previous three Flea adventures. You’ll recall that my prior Flea offerings have reflected my ‘eclectic’ (read: multiple-personality) tastes, running the gamut from “<a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2010/08/fleadom.html">Mid-century Glam</a>” (a’ la ‘Mad Men’) to “<a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2010/09/postette-flea-party-day-1.html">Cottage Chic</a>” to “<a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-to-flea.html">20th Century Eclecticism</a>” (inherently identity-challenged). For the Flea’s inaugural 2011 show, I focused my collection on mid-century modern….That is, if you consider ‘mid century’ as encompassing the years between 1939 and 1980 (it was a long century, was it not?!?).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">Once again, Assistant Andrew was invaluable in helping me prepare for the January show. Between Christmas and New Year’s, we had managed to load Bianca with the largest mid-century representatives, including a most phenomenal find: a Vatne Mobler sofa of rosewood and leather, dating from 1960. This extraordinary Norwegian piece is a stunning example of organic modernism, with clean lines warmed by the rich tones of the rosewood frame and the lusciousness of down cushions wrapped in full-grain leather. And, fortunately for Andrew and myself, the sofa’s small profile typical of Northern European designs made the piece much easier to transport (unlike the gi-normous <a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/seating/single-gallery/6531394">Henredon sofa</a> from my “Mad” collection!). </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">The Vatne Mobler was accompanied by other highly stylized vintage pieces, each fabulous in their own right: a Milanese-influenced faux leather swivel chair, identified by its label as “The Original Lounger” by the North Carolinian ‘Carter Brothers Furniture Company’; a pair of butterfly chairs with their 1950s wrought-iron frames, clad in natural cotton canvas; a 1960s chair of solid Lucite; and, a pair of <a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/seating/single-gallery/5265048">Italian chrome and Lucite barstools</a> -- representing the disco era, along with the <a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/seating/single-gallery/4910680">brown swivel chairs</a> (in ‘chocolate fudge’ velour!) and the chrome-and-glass coffee table. View the entire collection, organized chronologically beginning with the Russel Wright ‘American Modern’ dinnerware collection, in the video (apologies for the jittery <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">cinema verite</i> quality….I was highly caffeinated):</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">The January Flea was an exciting show for <b>ALWHI</b>. The response to my offerings was quite positive, and I met many people who shared my enthusiasm and appreciation for mid-century design. As in past shows, I had the opportunity to converse with other Russel Wright enthusiasts, and introduce the ‘American Modern’ line to those previously unfamiliar with this extraordinary collection. It was particularly thrilling to have several of my items, including the black swivel lounger, purchased by young 20-somethings for their first apartments; indeed, how refreshing to see that good design is appreciated by all ages!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">So now, exactly one year after initiating the “<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"><b>As Luck Would Have It</b></span>” enterprise, I’m faced with how to proceed. Admittedly, the challenges of starting a new business as a sideline to my full-time Job That Pays The Bills, along with the daily demands of being a Man of a Certain Age, are emotionally and physically exhausting. I’ve also found myself in constant struggle with my boundless décor tastes. As evidenced by the aforementioned ALWHI collections, I find it impossible to limit my acquisitions to one particular period, style, or provenance. I not-so-simply appreciate good design, whether exemplified by the sensuous curve of a Norwegian sofa, or the intricate carvings of a 1950s French-style armchair (like the pair pictured here, awaiting a makeover by <b>Furniture Redo Diva Blanca</b>). Granted, my MDPD (<b>M</b>ultiple <b>D</b>esign <b>P</b>ersonality <b>D</b>isorder) might make it difficult to develop a particular fan base/client following. However, as I continue to explore the far reaches of my décor creativity, I can only hope that others who share my affliction can come to appreciate the endless possibilities of vintage home furnishings. As the interior designer William Sawaya stated (in an article serendipitously discovered in a 2008 issue of Metropolitan Home magazine),<b><i> “The mixing of periods reveals the personality and self-confidence of the owner.”</i></b> Perhaps, especially in my case, it would be more correct to say that such a practice reveals one’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">personalit</i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">ies</span></i>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And, to those Cretans who would criticize the presence of Bianca the Van, I suggest they judge her not by her exterior, but by the extraordinarily eclectic treasures that lie within. </div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-9832593996267335092010-11-12T20:28:00.000-08:002010-11-12T20:28:04.596-08:00This is How We FLEA!<div class="MsoNormal">It was quite a weekend! As heralded by my previous post, the latest-and-greatest <a href="http://www.damorepromotions.com/Chantilly/chantilly.htm">DC Big Flea</a> was held last weekend. And, as exhausting and feet-numbing as it was, I nonetheless was thrilled for<b><i><a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/"> As Luck Would Have It</a></i></b> to be included! This being my third experience in four months on the seller-side, I feel like I’m fast-tracked to becoming a regular. And <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2010/06/vintage-vanguard.html">Bianca the Van</a> has the battle scars to prove it!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Although Bianca had already been loaded weeks prior with the more ‘substantial’ (read: heaviest) pieces, thanks to the help of my perennial assistant Andrew, there was much work to be done in the days/nights/hours prior to Set-up Day on Friday. And, as usual, the packing of the last-minute items took the most time and energy: the extraordinarily large and delicate lampshades, the ornate (and unbending) wooden picture frames, and the gargantuan Stiffel lamp that rode shotgun, safely strapped into the van’s front seat. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Finally, with everything packed as tightly and carefully as possible, Bianca and I set out at 7:30 AM bound for the Dulles Expo Center. After a brief stop at the Falls Church warehouse to load the almost-forgotten dolley (Andrew threatened me with bodily harm if I forgot this key piece of moving equipment), I proceeded to sit in the typically torturous traffic-laden trip to Chantilly. Once Assistant Andrew arrived, began our ritualistic unloading of the van, piling the smaller items into the bed and cab of his pick-up. When the doors to the Expo Center’s South Building were finally opened for the vendors at 10 AM, we were ready and rarin’ to go.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">The cacophony during Set-up is quite energizing. As long as you can avoid being hit by oncoming trucks and vans, and side-step the porters and vendors pushing and pulling sometimes unwieldy carts, the constant activity takes on the frenzy of a rock concert/circus. It’s fun to reunite with vendors I’ve come to know from previous Fleas, and see the wares they’ve brought for the current show. There’s a lot of pre-show shopping that takes place on Set-up Day! Items that start in one booth often end up being offered by a vendor across the aisles!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">English Cabinet Desk (closed)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">After unloading the biggest, bulkiest, HEAVIEST piece of furniture – a most interesting mid-century/British-made/Danish-modern style desk which folds into one compact cabinet – I proceeded to agonize on the precise placement of the satin drapes for my booth’s backdrop, while Andrew unloaded the remaining items from Bianca. (Amazingly, I completed my decorating task just as he brought in the last bin….Such timing!) From that point on, the unpacking and placement of furniture and accessories went quite smoothly. By 2 PM, I sent my most helpful assistant on his way; I, however, spent the next five hours carefully unwrapping and fretfully placing my Russel Wright ‘American Modern’ dinnerware. Since my collection had expanded since the September show – now to include several important pieces in Chartreuse and Chutney – the table space dedicated to this mid-century icon almost doubled, requiring hours of undo and redo to achieve the display I’d envisioned. And behold, in this video: <b><i>As Luck Would Have It</i></b> presents, “<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">Exotica: 20</span></b><sup><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;">th</span></b></sup><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"> Century Eclecticism</span></b>”!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The next two days were a whirlwind….The foot traffic was brisk, and the attendees were most enthusiastic and appreciative of both my booth décor and its offerings. I reveled in the attention given to the aforementioned British/Danish desk, and even had one observer iPhone video my “how-to-fold-into-a-cabinet” demonstration (might it be YouTube bound?!?). But by far the biggest hit for ALWHI at this show: Russel Wright! I had such fun educating ‘newbies’ to the glories of ‘<a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/russel-wright/single-gallery/6532187">American Modern</a>’, and discussing the collection with other afficionados. Some folks purchased an item or two to initiate their collection, while others carefully selected pieces to accompany treasures passed down through generations. I’m so thrilled to be able to offer the largest group of Russel Wright at the DC Big Flea, and hope to continue provisioning new and established collectors alike.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Many thanks to my friends who stopped by to lend their support (and provide coverage for restroom breaks!), including BFF Diana the Lady D, dear friend Jeri, and my new pal and ‘treasure finder’ Misha, with whom I share a love of all that is funky mid-century (BTW, this particular relationship all started with a Russel Wright chartreuse creamer featured on CraigsList….How fortuitous!). I also had the distinct pleasure to finally meet Carol Paulsen, the most helpful and energetic office manager of D’Amore Promotions, which produces the DC Big Flea. (Many, many thanks go to Carol for all her assistance!)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And here we are, days later, and I’m still recovering. You see, I’m not one of those vendors who set up their wares and then sit back to more passively assist those who wander into their assigned booth space. Oh no, honey, I can WORK. A. SHOW! With an enthusiasm and intensity that’s part circus barker/part streetwalker (minus the tawdry outfits and well, illegal behaviors), I’m in constant motion during from start to finish. Consequently, by the end of the show, I’m physically and mentally exhausted (not to mention hoarse!). But alas, after the last attendee has left the building, there’s the dreaded end-of-show break-down (no, not the emotional kind…that’s usually a few hours later). Everything that was not claimed during the show must be reloaded into the awaiting vans. Thus, you have the same frenzied activity displayed on Set-up morning in reverse, except now it’s Sunday evening, everyone is much more drained and – depending on their respective success – somewhere between post-show elation and distress.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Finally arriving home feeling a bit battered and worn, yet satiated by a much-needed meal of Taco Bell, ALWHI’s third Flea had come to an end. On the return trip (yes, once again in the ever-present Northern Virginia traffic), I had time to begin planning for the next Flea, January 8-9….2011 <gasp!>. Where did the year go?!? For me, I know a great deal of 2010 was spent collecting/moving/storing/refurbishing/photographing/selling vintage décor. Onward to the New Year!</gasp!></div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-62536701235794462332010-10-30T13:53:00.000-07:002010-10-30T13:55:48.617-07:00Time to FLEA!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.75pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;">It's that time again! "<a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/" style="color: #0066cc; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">As Luck Would Have It</a>" will be participating in the <a href="http://www.damorepromotions.com/Chantilly/chantilly.htm" style="color: #0066cc; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">DC Big Flea Market</a> November 6 & 7, in the South Building of the Dulles Expo Center in Chantilly, Virginia [4368 Chantilly Shopping Center, Chantilly VA 20151]. For this occasion, I'll be presenting a new and exciting collection I've dubbed "<b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;">Exotica: 20th Century Eclecticism</b>". The pieces in this collection are truly unique, and represent decades of fabulous design -- from handcrafted early-1900s American to mid-century European modern, to 1970s traditional!</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.75pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mid-century Walnut Bench</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.75pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;">Pictured are but a few of the items in this collection: a curvaceous mid-century walnut bench; a stunning 1950s Stiffel ceramic lamp of generous proportions; an early-1900s sewing table with beautifully turned legs; and, a mid-century folding rope chair in the style of Hans Wegner, marked “Made in Yugoslavia”.</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.75pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.75pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;">There are also many other pieces so recently acquired that they haven't yet been photographed -- the Flea will mark their public debut!<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>Such items include: a pair of 1970s barrel chairs upholstered in a bold paisley in shades of rust and brown; an awesomely unique English mid-century desk that folds into a cabinet; and, an assortment of ornately carved wooden frames.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>Oh, and something not to be missed:<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>a fabulous pair of early-1950s lemon yellow ceramic table lamps with green tiered shades, designed as abstract male and female forms – simply amazing!!</span></span></div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.75pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.75pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;">And once again, I will have my ever-expanding collection of <a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/russel-wright/single-gallery/6532187" style="color: #0066cc; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 20px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Russel Wright ‘American Modern’</a> dinnerware.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>These iconic pieces, manufactured by the Steubenville Company 1939-1959, established Russel and his wife Mary as the original lifestyle tastemakers.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>Now, in addition to my original collection in coral, seafoam, and granite, I’ve begun adding pieces in the richly bold colors of chartreuse and black chutney.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>I will be showing many new, very rare and hard-to-find items in all the colors, including a stunning Open Carafe in coral.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span><b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;">As Luck Would Have It</i></b> is the Flea’s definitive source for ‘American Modern’!<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span></span></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.75pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 20px;">Of you're in the Washington DC-metro area, I hope you’ll be able to visit me at the DC Big Flea.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> (And if you're not in the area, well, book your flight TODAY!) </span>My exhibit area is in Row C, spaces 173-174, to the left of the main entrance and near the front.<span style="line-height: 20px;"> </span>With colors and textures reminiscent of a Moroccan bazaar, the <b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"><i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;">As Luck Would Have It</i></b> offerings will be hard to miss!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"></span></span></div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-38875957621256148142010-09-17T19:20:00.000-07:002010-09-17T19:20:42.355-07:00Postette: Flea Party -- Day 1<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Oh, Dear Readers, I am positively exhausted!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This weekend marks the second participation of “<a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/">As Luck Would Have It</a>” in the <a href="http://www.damorepromotions.com/Chantilly/chantilly.htm">DC Big Flea Market</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After spending the past several days finalizing the collection being offered for this event, I was up and out of the house at <gasp> 6:35 this AM, loading the last boxes into the waiting Bianca (my trusty white cargo van, of course).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Helper Andrew met me at the Dulles Expo Center in Chantilly, Virginia, to assist with transforming the bare booth space into a dreamy cottage getaway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I promise tomorrow there will be pictures of this dreamscape, along with chronicles of the day’s activities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But for now, I must stagger to bed, and leave you with a pic of one of the items in the <a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/collections/single-gallery/6731502">ALWHI Cottage Collection</a> – the floral club chair, clad in an oh-so-casual-chic linen and denim floral.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Til tomorrow!</gasp></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09qUi6dgAs5q-dZg8Nk1Du-V-XljiT4UjieZSqsVBwNxVSYhD3s1FZSm6-PF6VFKCNAxCZ8o1x8u5aEUKdayYnLC-aJU8tVPhMEt2S9nSi10uArveNul90_GcbhbMyhwrBBybn6eQEJc/s1600/Club+Chair2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09qUi6dgAs5q-dZg8Nk1Du-V-XljiT4UjieZSqsVBwNxVSYhD3s1FZSm6-PF6VFKCNAxCZ8o1x8u5aEUKdayYnLC-aJU8tVPhMEt2S9nSi10uArveNul90_GcbhbMyhwrBBybn6eQEJc/s320/Club+Chair2.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Oh, BTW…. Do stop by if you happen to be in the ‘hood….ALWHI is in Row E of the Expo’s South Hall, just a few booths down from the main entrance!</div><!--EndFragment-->Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-31652737805793321482010-08-09T18:34:00.000-07:002010-08-09T18:47:20.068-07:00FLEAdom<div class="MsoNormal">A few weekends ago was the quarterly <a href="http://www.damorepromotions.com/Chantilly/chantilly.htm">DC Big Flea</a>, held at its usual venue, the Dulles Expo Center in Chantilly Virginia. And, although I did find myself on those esteemed premises those days, I did not wander the Expo’s hallowed halls in search of treasures. No, Dear Readers, I did not meander down the many aisles of the two buildings that were bursting at the seams with hundreds of purveyors of fine vintage goods. I did not join the throngs of shoppers as they carefully (and sometimes maniacally) chose their precious bounty of the day. Why, you may ask, was I at the Expo Center but not partaking of (and, as has become my habit, filming) this quarterly shopping ritual??? Because I was there – for the first time ever – as a VENDOR!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Yes, Yours Truly brought “<a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/">As Luck Would Have It</a>” to the DC Big Flea! After many excursions with BFF Diana The Lady D, I decided it was time to take the plunge and sign-up for not one but TWO Flea booths. It was an invigorating (and exhausting) experience.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>"MAD <i>about</i> MID-CENTURY"</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>The Thursday night prior to the Flea weekend, Sig-O graciously agreed to assist me with the ceremonial loading-of-the-truck. And by ‘ceremonial’, I mean ‘pain-in-the-nether-region’. For although I appreciate having the ability to transport large quantities of vintage home furnishings, thanks to Bianca the Cargo Van, I nonetheless find the loading/transporting/unloading cycle both daunting and tiring. And, due to the selections I made for the ALWHI’s Flea debut presentation (“MAD about MID-CENTURY”), several items of the collection were not only bulky but weighed a bloody ton: an eight-foot Henredon sofa from the 1960s; the hand-painted mirrored screen (recently seen in the Home Store Manassas “Wild Things” collection); and, a Thomasville mid-century Danish Modern-style dining set with a table that extends <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ad infinitum</i>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So, with godson “V” supervising, Sig-O and I loaded up <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2010/06/vintage-vanguard.html">Bianca</a>. But, because I am incapable of doing anything simply, I had designed a booth space requiring an inventory that far exceeded even Bianca’s capacity. Therefore, we filled not only the van but also the trusty Passat to the point of critical mass. And, if I must say so myself, we did a phenomenal packing job. By the time we squeezed the last lampshade in place, there was barely room for air to circulate.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Bright 'n early the next morning, Sig-O showed up at Casa de Howard to begin the convoy to Chantilly. Admittedly, I was a tad anxious about My First Time as a Flea vendor. Oh sure, I’ve <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">shopped</i> it, but now I was about to embark on my maiden behind-the scenes voyage. Where would we park? Does one stand in line to be allowed <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">entre’</i> to set-up, or is it a big free-for all? How would I find my space? Would all the other, more experienced vendors be able to spot the newbie? It was like the first day of high school (oh GAWD, don’t let me start reliving <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that</i> hell!).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But first (speaking of Hell), we had to get through Northern Virginia traffic. Ah, yes, NoVA…. Where there’s no such thing as “going against traffic.” There’s congestion and gridlock in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">every</i> direction, including the westward trek from Arlington to Chantilly. However, once we broke through the disaster that is The Beltway, we quickly made it to the Expo Center – with ten minutes to spare!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Rosanna's FAB Florentine Purchase</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>First thing I noticed was that the other early arrivers had parked their cargo carriers not lined up in front of the building’s entrance, but in regular parking spaces in the lot. And while some vendors were just milling about, coffee in hand, others were busily unloading their wares into parking spaces adjoining those occupied by their vehicles. While pondering this activity, I noticed a lovely woman walking towards me from across the lot. Lo and behold, it was Rosanna, a friend of Furniture Redo Diva Blanca and fellow Furniture Addict and shop owner! Rosanna informed us that she wasn’t there as a vendor, but as an early shopper….Turns out, dealers often show up at the crack of dawn on Set-up Day to shop the vendors as they’re unloading their vehicles. As Rosanna explained, a few savvy Flea vendors actually get to the Expo super-early, and unload their wares to enable such opportunistic shopping. Now we know! You can bet that “As Luck Would Have It” will take full advantage of this activity next time. The lovely Rosanna even shopped the back of my van – and twirled away with a Florentine chandelier that just screamed FABULOCITY!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As soon as we vendors were allowed into the Expo Center’s North Building, the real fun began. Having located my space, Sig-O and I proceeded to unload Bianca and drag all my carefully selected (and did I mention, heavy) offerings inside. Naturally, everything that needed to be set-up first was packed into the back of the van, or underneath all the smaller, more fragile items. But, with the help of our assigned porter Bob, we made haste with the heaviest of pieces – the Henredon sofa and the mirrored screen.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This being my first time setting up my Flea space (and being the consummate perfectionist, much to Sig-O’s chagrin), the most time-consuming part of the morning was getting every item in my “Mad about Mid-Century” vignette placed just so. However, it finally all came together, and as I hope you will agree from the photos, it was Mid-Century FAB! (Be sure to view the video to get a partial idea of the effort involved!)</div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The next two days were a blur. Your truly accepted many compliments on the design of booth space, and the “OOHs” and “AHHs” were in abundance. And I even sold some treasures! Of particular thrill was the purchase of the orange Danish ladder-back chair pair, selected by a dealer for his mid-century modern shop in tony Georgetown. Russel Wright enjoyed popularity on Sunday, and several collectors (including Ray and Jose – fellow vendors featured in <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2010/01/flea-bitten-video-game.html">one of my earlier Flea videos</a>) left with cherished additions to their collections. BFF Diana The Lady D was on-hand throughout the weekend, supplying me with caffeine and other nourishment. Friends Cundy and Ginny, along with Gin's daughter and grandkids, stopped by to lend moral support. And Butch and Barry even made an appearance; Barry seemed pleased by the place of honor given to his mother's <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2010/07/perfectly-wright.html">Russel Wright collection</a>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Hand-painted Mirrored Screen</b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Alas, all good things must end, and the DC Big Flea was no exception. Unfortunately, however, for us vendors the end of the Flea does <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i> mark the end of the day. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Au contraire</i>, it’s only the beginning of what some (myself included) would argue is the hardest part of the event – breaking down the booth, repacking and reloading. UGH UGH UGH. I had decided to let Sig-O off the hook, after all his hard work on the packing and set-up, and instead had hired handy-guy Craig to assist with these loathsome post-Flea tasks. Along with his GF, we spent the next five (yes, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">five</i>) hours completing the cycle of Flea participation. This included sitting in the horrid NoVA traffic back to Falls Church to unload a portion of the remains into The Warehouse, then on to my Arlington home to unload and place – for the final time, I’ve sworn – the most fab mirrored screen (after all, my heart cannot take the danger of transporting such a fragile – and monstrously weighty – item again!). No tears, though; I get to enjoy this beautiful treasure each time I walk through my living room.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Battleworn, tattered and torn, I somehow managed to crawl upstairs to my awaiting boudoir and felines, where I dozed a fitful sleep filled with replays of the weekend’s events. It was great fun, albeit exhausting. And if you missed it, SHAME.ON.YOU. However, you will get another shot at being in my good graces; I’ve signed up for the next DC Big Flea, September 18<sup>th</sup> and 19<sup>th</sup>. You <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">will</i> be there….Resistance is futile.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-44099152911370249862010-07-05T12:41:00.000-07:002010-07-05T12:41:57.794-07:00Perfectly Wright<div class="MsoNormal">I do so miss writing my Furniture Addict postings. Alas, my accelerated acquisition activities, coupled with frenetic shuffling of furniture from Point A to Points B, C, D, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">n</i>, have required every bit of energy I can muster. While I have tons of addict-related events and treasure discoveries to relay to my Dear Readers (who must by now be doubting my dedication to this Blog), time and exhaustion have prohibited me from putting pen to paper, so to speak.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But today, I am taking a much needed (yet brief) respite from my vintage furnishings hunting and moving. Sitting by the pool in beautiful <a href="http://www.rehoboth.com/">Rehoboth Beach Delaware</a>, surrounded by the July 4<sup>th</sup> vacationing hoi polloi, I am sufficiently rested to relay at least one episode of décor drama. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Recently, I was contacted by <b>Barry</b>, of <b>Butch-and-Barry</b> – a most interesting and fun couple to whom I was introduced years ago by Sig-O. <b>B&B</b>, being inveterate collectors of some of the finest vintage home furnishings, have decorated their lovely Arlington Virginia townhome with an extremely well-edited collection of furniture, china, and objects d’artes. So, I was quite intrigued when Barry called to ask if I might be interested in an extensive collection of – wait for it! –<b><i> RUSSEL WRIGHT DINNERWARE</i></b>!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Yes, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russel_Wright">Russel Wright</a>! Now, for those of you who, admittedly or not, are unfamiliar with the glories of Russel Wright, allow me a pedagogical moment. Mr. Wright, along with his wife Mary, was among the earliest home décor lifestyle gurus. While they also designed beautifully streamlined furniture, they are perhaps best known for their iconic <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Modern">American Modern</a> ceramic tableware, whose definitive sleek and simple styling is nonetheless imbued with organic shapes – the perfect marriage of Form and Function. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My first encounter with the design ingenuity of Russel Wright was during a trip to NYC more than eight years ago. The not-so-sig-o of the time suggested a side-trip to the<a href="http://www.cooperhewitt.org/"> Cooper-Hewitt National Design Museum</a>, which most fortuitously was featuring a Russel Wright restrospective. I was immediately enamored with the gracefully simple curves and subtle yet bold colorations of the dinnerware designs, especially the pieces comprising the American Modern collection, produced by <a href="http://www.modish.net/steubenville-pottery-history">Steubenville Pottery</a> 1939 to 1959.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Our friend Barry had become the caretaker of a beautiful batch of Russel Wright American Modern collected over many decades by his mother. Desiring to pass the collection along to someone who might be interested in acquiring the set in its entirety, and being aware of the newly formed "<a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/">As Luck Would Have It</a>” vintage décor business endeavor, Barry most fortuitously thought of yours truly.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; border: none; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVcTA7r77HQVT2zXwBzIdnV_WqSfk6YbOPdJjgvt_UAcXpvUaz8IR6MruvKgW70gJcaxmYmGfsj8Ck_GuOwlcheGZr6ek45Di5iW-CbQTvMdY7jGSxJ3LeQfNn5FYHEnQS0bLbkuuvJpc/s1600/Russel+Wright+Collection.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVcTA7r77HQVT2zXwBzIdnV_WqSfk6YbOPdJjgvt_UAcXpvUaz8IR6MruvKgW70gJcaxmYmGfsj8Ck_GuOwlcheGZr6ek45Di5iW-CbQTvMdY7jGSxJ3LeQfNn5FYHEnQS0bLbkuuvJpc/s400/Russel+Wright+Collection.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;">Once I enthusiastically agreed to consider Barry’s collection, he and Butch invited me to a home-cooked dinner. But the first order of the evening was my introduction to Russel Wright. Barry had painstakingly displayed the entire collection among two tables in their well-appointed basement. And I was immediately awestruck by the bounty! Having grouped the pieces by color – seafoam, coral, and granite – I couldn’t believe how many different items Barry’s mother had amassed. Placed among the stacks of dinner plates, cups and saucers, and salad plates were some of the most iconic American Modern gems: a water pitcher, salad bowl, coasters, chop plates, covered casserole…just to name a few!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;">I must admit, I had tried to prepare myself for this moment….In the days since Barry’s initial call, I had planned to make a well-informed business decision, based on careful consideration of how this collection could factor into the <b>As Luck Would Have It</b> inventory; how I might best use this opportunity to acquire such a large collection, perhaps to launch <b>ALWHI</b> as a definitive source for Russell Wright’s American Modern. I had planned to meticulously research the ‘net for competitive retail prices per item, and, at some later date, approach Barry with an offer based on sound business principles.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;">But, once I gazed upon the most beautiful and lovingly amassed collection of this most iconic mid-century tableware, all rational thought evaporated! I simply HAD.TO.HAVE.IT! And the most gracious Barry, undoubtedly sensing my extreme desire, accepted the offer that I had determined I was able to fund. What a wonderfully mutually beneficial arrangement! I acquired a stunning collection, and Barry had found someone who appreciated and desired the pieces <i>in toto</i>.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;">After sealing the deal with a handshake and a friendly hug, we commenced with the other pleasures of the evening -- a most jovial dinner of wine, pasta with homemade bolognese sauce, and <mmmmm!> a sinfully tasty cherry pudding derived from an heirloom recipe, all within the context of storytelling and gossip sharing!</mmmmm!></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;">Who could ask for anything more!</div></div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-11001133704030078832010-06-07T19:10:00.000-07:002010-06-07T19:10:28.469-07:00Vintage VANguard<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Recall, Dear Readers, the trauma I experienced with my inability to transport that most glorious <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/10/french-missed-connection.html">French Settee</a>?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or, all those moments of doubt when pondering the capacity of the trusty Passat to transport all the delightful treasures I would amass in one vintage décor expedition?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Recall, too, the cry I would lift up to the furniture gods in such times of anguish:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I NEED A VAN!!!”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5l3I_cdbNsAtNA9GX1idms3yp0jEBp8aQ9VHCNIAKfthhgZULXK0bO7xP4SoQC04DeuwjMm20c6ux2Kal3A5nFACjS7Ke4y0yzPV-plrKtc2Nf7Jq4WxbFGiPUAX5EO_lVsaYM-5W6Ng/s1600/DSCN0695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5l3I_cdbNsAtNA9GX1idms3yp0jEBp8aQ9VHCNIAKfthhgZULXK0bO7xP4SoQC04DeuwjMm20c6ux2Kal3A5nFACjS7Ke4y0yzPV-plrKtc2Nf7Jq4WxbFGiPUAX5EO_lVsaYM-5W6Ng/s400/DSCN0695.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Well, TAH-DAH!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>May I present…Bianca the Van (not to be confused with BLANCA-the-Furniture-Redo-Diva).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, I finally took the plunge into the world of ubiquitous white cargo vans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fleeting associations with snipers notwithstanding, after much deliberation I succumbed to the fact that I needed a workhorse to handle the ever-increasing demands of my vintage décor addiction (and the “<a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/">As Luck Would Have It</a>” business it spawned).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was not, I repeat NOT, a decision made in haste.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, no…I thoroughly researched various and sundry vehicles that had the potential of meeting my requirements – some of function, others of form.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was the Conversion Van, which had the cheesy allure of retro decadence, with its interior limo lights, faux wood trim, and rear seat that folded down to bed (disco ball not included – but was definitely a post-purchase must!).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then there was the comfortable yet not quite sufficiently utilitarian minivan, which could be dual-purposed to accommodate Sig-O/godsons D&V/god-dog C to and from Rehoboth (and maybe even a vintage trinket or two) – but not, say, a French settee that one might happen to find abandoned on the curb (yep, still obsessing over that one).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then, during one fortuitous perusal through <a href="http://www.craigslist.org/">CraigsList</a>, I happened upon an ad that sounded most promising: a Ford Econoline “E150” van, which as it turned out was being offered by a local audio-visual company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After hastily making an appointment to visit said vehicle, I rushed to the company’s location and was pleasantly surprised by the near pristine condition of the van.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, as if customized for hauling the typical objects of my affection, this particular vehicle had even been outfitted with an interior lining that included chrome toggle-hooks for attaching bungee cords – thus enabling the secure transport of acquired treasures!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(I know…whoever thought I’d be in such a state of amazement over a cargo van?!?)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Only days later, after having a local mechanic give the van a reasonably clean bill-of-health, the once transporter of audio-visual equipment became a regal chariot blessed by the vintage décor gods!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thus far, Bianca has enabled yours truly to acquire a pair of 1940s dressers from a new Fave Source in the oh-so-trendy Alexandria, Virginia neighborhood of <a href="http://www.visitdelray.com/">Del Ray</a> (the topic of an upcoming post, I PROMISE!); an early ‘50s card table and chairs set (OMG, just wait til you see pics of THAT beauty!), found at another newly discovered treasure trove in my hometown Ashland, Virginia; a Danish mid-century modern easy chair and ottoman set from yet ANOTHER new source – which is located mere yards from Bianca’s previous owner!….and other terribly fabulous items, all of which will provide fodder for many, many future Furniture Addict tales.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJuj6w4VdBizDuxkpfyAVUCFvZRaUa-SJqMgdY2devSI24SJbS7BQKB6tIYzwySFwpo7s_afYxxlNoDnKB9VLXnlgXqZutDuSqk1k3gLI2CTMPNkFV7j3gWe2ltqXBRG2vDCSdmLkSSc/s1600/DSCN0717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJuj6w4VdBizDuxkpfyAVUCFvZRaUa-SJqMgdY2devSI24SJbS7BQKB6tIYzwySFwpo7s_afYxxlNoDnKB9VLXnlgXqZutDuSqk1k3gLI2CTMPNkFV7j3gWe2ltqXBRG2vDCSdmLkSSc/s320/DSCN0717.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">And, guess what just arrived in the mail?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The magnetic signs to be ceremoniously placed on Bianca’s doors, announcing to all that this glorious vehicle belongs to “<a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/">As Luck Would Have It</a>”!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you happen to see us during one of our vintage décor hunts, be sure to honk if you’re a fellow Furniture Addict!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But be forewarned:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>we brake for treasures!</div><!--EndFragment-->Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-80228275456784689282010-05-06T18:23:00.000-07:002010-05-06T18:23:16.502-07:00Joseph’s Coat of Many Colors<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">My Dear Readers have long been aware of my ongoing love affair with that thrilling <i>Store de Thrift</i>, <a href="http://josephscoatresale.com/">Joseph’s Coat</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This Falls Church, Virginia establishment has yielded many a treasure, but recently it has outdone itself as a purveyor of fine vintage décor!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You’ll recall that <b>BFF Diana, the Lady D</b>, is the one responsible for introducing me to the lures of Joe’s Coat (as those of us in-the-know refer to it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ok, well, at least Diana and I).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, yet again, it is she who drew me in on multiple occasions over the past several weeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Lady D, a savant with a cell phone, entices me by sending a text with nothing more than a pic attached – a picture of some glorious item, destined to set in motion an episode of intense vintage!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I submit as evidence:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1WHt42VKG6Nwz5diaRLWzzKseAzg-aTa-RAbUKGaI0GnAaEY2emMjVcJ0wGyzk9SINSFtdbkgMIT8y6UFjrh5u0R_60m72QAN74QiMmX_1CBz9sxTgmWmYywCSlHVlKqjCtVkA6mY1Y/s1600/DSCN0631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1WHt42VKG6Nwz5diaRLWzzKseAzg-aTa-RAbUKGaI0GnAaEY2emMjVcJ0wGyzk9SINSFtdbkgMIT8y6UFjrh5u0R_60m72QAN74QiMmX_1CBz9sxTgmWmYywCSlHVlKqjCtVkA6mY1Y/s400/DSCN0631.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><ul><li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Lion-paw Dining Table: </span></b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Having received a texted pic of this fine oak structure, I immediately recognized its locale as the furniture area of Joe’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Frantically dialing Lady D to ascertain the item’s specs, my repeated calls were constantly interrupted by more and more virtual treasures being sent over the ether.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally I was able to connect with our intrepid hunter, and was informed that this table was in excellent shape.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As Diana provided me with the table’s measurements (to determine, of course, if it could possibly fit into the Passat), I pictured her in some exotic yoga pose, holding the phone against her ear with her shoulder while extracting the tape measure with outstretched arms (the oh-so-challenging ‘Talking-on Cell-while-Measuring’ pose, to be attempted only by the most advanced yogini).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alas, I waffled on committing to this lovely vintage find, on the basis that it seemed highly unlikely that I could make it fit into the Passat (even my trusty chariot has its limitations!).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nonetheless, I managed to make my way to Joe’s mere days later, and discovered that the lion-paw table was still available!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fate smiled upon me indeed; after crawling under the table and taking copious measurements, I determined that, by removing the tabletop, I would be able to fit the disassembled treasure into the awaiting Passat!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, I was so ashamed of myself for doubting its cargo capacity – and my own Furniture Addict ingenuity.</li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>But wait, there’s more!</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">And I could go on and on and on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As always, Joseph’s Coat did its part to feed my addiction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Trust me, there are more stories to tell of trips to this most wondrous of places!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hurry in…And tell manager <b>Christina</b> that Howard and the Lady D sent you...It'll be star-treatment all the way!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-77393105962884798872010-04-14T19:36:00.000-07:002010-04-14T19:36:02.204-07:00Catch-Me-If-You-Can (Episode 1)<div class="MsoNormal">My oh my, dear Readers, but it <i>has </i>been a month! Yes, I know, I have been terribly delinquent about regaling you with stories of my various vintage décor exploits, but it’s been a period of manic activity! But now, as I calmly sit here with a cup o’ tea by my side and a purring kitty on my lap (and a few Xanax at the ready – alas, only joking about that), I’m prepared to tell all…. But, where to begin? Let’s start with….</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheaALBxDznVkKzLnrfzthQU-pqqkvIoXsGYKLBv_UHV60fm1888G6fbORpFCBP9wRsO23ET3W77SJZmcOBwwRh4MLGCsefUpEADOWDEgfX6rlC_nkeurolVQo1jbYOSE7JfztD8k91HUA/s1600/DSCN0640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheaALBxDznVkKzLnrfzthQU-pqqkvIoXsGYKLBv_UHV60fm1888G6fbORpFCBP9wRsO23ET3W77SJZmcOBwwRh4MLGCsefUpEADOWDEgfX6rlC_nkeurolVQo1jbYOSE7JfztD8k91HUA/s320/DSCN0640.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">April 3</span></b><sup><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">rd</span></b></sup><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">, Arlington Civitan Flea.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"> </span> As I alerted you (don't say I didn't!), the first <a href="http://arlington-fleamarket.com/Home_Page.html">Arlington County Civitan Flea Market</a> of 2010 commenced bright 'n early at 7 AM on April 3<sup>rd</sup>. This is the wonderfully fun event BFF Sharona and I stumbled upon late last year, and which is held the first Saturday each month (April thru November) in a multi-level parking garage in the county’s Ballston area. Well, let me say, this season is off to a roaring start! Each row we traveled provided many vintage treasures: an oval oak side table here, a carved wood frame there….But, the most amazing find was a set of four metal patio chairs which proved to not only be of the same manufacturer (Homecrest) and vintage (late ‘60s/early ‘70s) as the <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-jetsons-decor.html">Jetson-esque group already occupying my garden</a>, but with seats covered in the same gloriously vibrant mod floral design! Though these seats have seen their share of fading and grime from exposure to the elements, this Furniture Addict is convinced that a little TLC will bring them back into the <b>FABULOCITY</b> fold. Truly the discovery of the day. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_x2lhDxHVy1x00erweuea0OqogkkG323XvYJXejoxrLPQuq84wyCvJG_BfyGv-PVSfF3iCB5iOInIpQ7LaEZiAkCjV1NqApjeqUCItcLvZiyOdzEzTibjC2G4vH5SJ1hiHp3plCeGok/s1600/DSCN0641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_x2lhDxHVy1x00erweuea0OqogkkG323XvYJXejoxrLPQuq84wyCvJG_BfyGv-PVSfF3iCB5iOInIpQ7LaEZiAkCjV1NqApjeqUCItcLvZiyOdzEzTibjC2G4vH5SJ1hiHp3plCeGok/s320/DSCN0641.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">But wait, there’s more! Like, the mid-century oval ceramic plate with faux-croc texture and dated as “1966” on its wood-toned underside (absolutely essential to the Mod grouping I’m planning for the <b><i><a href="http://www.luckvintagedecor.com/">As Luck Would Have It</a></i></b> Fall 2010 Transition Collection!)….And this truly amazing and authentic<i> art nouveau</i> plate (I just about D-I-E-D when the good ol’ boy vendor said he thought it was “kinda old”!). Between all these items and the set of four wooden wine boxes purchased from a young man selling off his mother’s estate of collectibles, there was barely enough room in the trusty Passat for dear Sharona. Although she was willing to be sacrificed in the name of vintage décor victory, I nonetheless found space for her just long enough to drive us both to our fave breakfast (and pizza) spot, Atlantis, for a meal fit for Flea Market royalty. After all, we were entitled to gluttony after all that, er, gluttony.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">For a live-action experience of our early morning flea-vaganza, watch the video! And be sure to check out Aaron and Shannon Hase’s “<a href="http://www.yuppiedecor.com/">Yuppie Décor</a>” offerings. This friendly young couple’s spot at the flea was filled with yummy décor and furnishings. "<i>Hey, Aaron and Shannon – is that framed map of Nantucket still available?"</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<b><i>Next Episode: </i></b><a href="http://josephscoatresale.com/">Joseph’s Coat </a>of Many Decors….</div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-5121713984243618332010-03-31T16:16:00.000-07:002010-03-31T16:16:33.925-07:00FLAME-ing HOT!<div class="MsoNormal">I just cannot leave well enough alone….</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgw_zFlC5mtueTu8D8FKx1NDfTU-FmAIHXCS6hCmPhzFcaflsQ-Yf-Grlw2M5SEqp95gaVgYNQ8DYPu71c8gUkv0llm4Hwy1K60n5bd4NbbI5geLadEWugPVVTTIXhehtw_IUmuty7qLw/s1600/DSCN0307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgw_zFlC5mtueTu8D8FKx1NDfTU-FmAIHXCS6hCmPhzFcaflsQ-Yf-Grlw2M5SEqp95gaVgYNQ8DYPu71c8gUkv0llm4Hwy1K60n5bd4NbbI5geLadEWugPVVTTIXhehtw_IUmuty7qLw/s200/DSCN0307.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxTmzVYcW78jdlQxLQdMPvySR8MwLlf-wmZ-VqkKxkaafd2pnQoh3m_XdCY46WVEnR_ki_IMHNOOAxNZ0MrlPjqWCm3TJgJbPeaCqXu1bDNeVsx521opFwAIbp4iWygzSdR7Qp28_lGRI/s1600/DSCN0306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxTmzVYcW78jdlQxLQdMPvySR8MwLlf-wmZ-VqkKxkaafd2pnQoh3m_XdCY46WVEnR_ki_IMHNOOAxNZ0MrlPjqWCm3TJgJbPeaCqXu1bDNeVsx521opFwAIbp4iWygzSdR7Qp28_lGRI/s320/DSCN0306.JPG" /></a>Last year, I discovered a <i>fantabulous</i> 1920s wingchair at that most delightful of places, <a href="http://www.classandtrash.com/">Class and Trash</a>. Actually, it was one of a not-quite-matching pair; while both chairs were of the winged variety, and both were covered in the same VERY vintage seafoam green nylon fabric, the legs were quite different on each. One had very straight Chippendale-style legs, and was reborn into the world of total <b>FABULOCITY</b> as the infamous <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgchR-jjM26HoZtNROzm2ZlwjjAMmhws03QUe6IzgazDIbBUs7D675dP_s71GU5-icWiit_468mnbdt6ZrFeOpQCM7gyEZRz1xPz0P3enCz3v14WmHTwfYV_Pp_Dg1xv-Arzn-SRH0JdAY/s1600/DSCN0380.JPG">White Tiger Chair</a>. The other, with ornately carved ball-and-claw legs, waited ever so patiently for its own dramatic restyling. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And behold, in all its glorious splendor: the Flamestitch Chair! Do watch the video for the full experience, Dear Readers, oh do!</div><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNlepETMfxA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNlepETMfxA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-54163575496700324102010-03-17T18:57:00.000-07:002010-03-17T18:57:22.884-07:00We Heart The Flea<div class="MsoNormal">Oh, what fun! Once again, I joined BFF Diana the Lady D for our quarterly pilgrimage to Chantilly, Virginia for the <a href="http://www.damorepromotions.com/Chantilly/chantilly.htm">DC Big Flea</a>. The latest antiques and collectibles extravaganza was held on March 6<sup>th</sup> and 7<sup>th</sup> at its usual locale, the Dulles Expo Center. And, per usual, the Lady D beat me there (but only by sheer minutes this time!), so she had nary a head-start on me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Whereas <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2010/01/flea-bitten-video-game.html">the previous Flea</a>, in bitterly cold January, had been one of the best attended in recent times, this particular weekend brought with it the first hint of spring – bright sunny days in the mid-50s. Unfortunately for the vendors, the less die-hard Flea goers decided to spend their weekend on more outdoorsy activities. Alas, the vendors’ loss was our gain: easy parking, and fewer contenders for the good stuff!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVq60TGMDt7gw1UVV408BhAdmOuOk1UkKcggomuc_xvF6_yqJU6ZMuYCSGoDbnLz7Kn3PQHLz4XMtGSWulCT6L71pxSgnXd8ovg_SW7u4FNqDvtQrwnCvuouBLvBq8vzKYfM5UkVh-7Yo/s1600-h/DSCN0562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVq60TGMDt7gw1UVV408BhAdmOuOk1UkKcggomuc_xvF6_yqJU6ZMuYCSGoDbnLz7Kn3PQHLz4XMtGSWulCT6L71pxSgnXd8ovg_SW7u4FNqDvtQrwnCvuouBLvBq8vzKYfM5UkVh-7Yo/s320/DSCN0562.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">This time around, there was much less furniture offered and instead most of the vendors brought more ‘smalls’ – dishware, knick-knacks, jewelry. Nonetheless, toward the end of the day I was most fortunate to discover these glorious armchairs, circa 1950s, at the booth of two wonderfully wacky ladies named Sarah Jean and Katherine. Love Love LOVE these chairs – and the girls who sold them! The chairs’ lines are so elegant yet flirty (much like their previous owners), and the tufted backs are incredibly chic. Granted, the upholstery is more than a bit tattered, but nonetheless you can see how – with the right combo of fine fabrics – they are easily within reach of total FABULOCITY!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">There was so much to see, so many delicious finds to bring to my Dear Readers, that I had to create not one but TWO videos to capture it all! Be sure to watch them both….There are many varied vendors, some familiar to you from the January Flea and lots new ones with wondrous wares. So, pop the corn, settle into the comfort of your fave vintage chair (tattered or not!), and let the shows begin!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Part I:</span></span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIByBl0ana_Ad-jsDNSmhUYhUJrc9MZejEqHYGgUHORtuU3X5ixFxCwUjz4FOaFRuIFEnVU0raqG4WoJn_ce-itaq-mYn_YSlXa71cW7SujcDFDz1hjXcfvz-Xb_ioc8b31Sw_scRBtDY/s1600-h/779029322_img_7551.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIByBl0ana_Ad-jsDNSmhUYhUJrc9MZejEqHYGgUHORtuU3X5ixFxCwUjz4FOaFRuIFEnVU0raqG4WoJn_ce-itaq-mYn_YSlXa71cW7SujcDFDz1hjXcfvz-Xb_ioc8b31Sw_scRBtDY/s320/779029322_img_7551.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Behold, the first babies to leave the nest (and by ‘nest’ I mean ‘storage unit’) during Home Store’s inaugural week….The most fab iron-and-glass chandelier (complete with ruched black velvet cord cover) pictured with the restyled white tiger chair was the first-of-the-first. Later in the week, the ornate gold frame also seen here was claimed by some fortunate shopper. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UxmrGxQVlsXtKlDocvHihfsCiCBbXGks8q-Yk9ksxSIUjBilVlODvrCk1NI2c6WaOPZ85p0rsuh9KBFPUiDSQvJlyaPVnufLyQsHnn_iHeUVZD-AnzOMqEIlZKZ_0lCUpA_ZVdXpjyw/s1600-h/DSCN0539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UxmrGxQVlsXtKlDocvHihfsCiCBbXGks8q-Yk9ksxSIUjBilVlODvrCk1NI2c6WaOPZ85p0rsuh9KBFPUiDSQvJlyaPVnufLyQsHnn_iHeUVZD-AnzOMqEIlZKZ_0lCUpA_ZVdXpjyw/s200/DSCN0539.JPG" width="196" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Then, this pair of Victorian cameo-back chairs with flawless gold-and-black striped velvet covering found their way to a new home. (And, can you believe it, ALL of these pieces were discovered by <i>moi</i> on Washington DC’s Capitol Hill?!) </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Like any collector, I can only hope that my former treasures have found their way into the hearts of other like-minded furniture fanciers, who will behold them with the same affinity as I. <i>Adieu</i>, my darlings, and <i>bonne chance</i>!</div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-26334928582607490652010-02-17T19:14:00.000-08:002010-02-18T16:56:36.910-08:00Gilt-y Pleasures<div class="MsoNormal">I am a great admirer of minimalist interiors. Those sleek, clean, sparse spaces, unencumbered by fanciful ornamentation and devoid of superfluous objects. Oh, yes, Dear Readers, I have a great respect for homes that adhere to such pure design concepts.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I just can’t live in them.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I like stuff. Indeed, if it weren’t for ‘stuff’, there wouldn’t be a <b>Furniture Addict</b> Blog! As anyone who’s familiar with this journal knows, I have a great need/passion/desire to collect and display ‘stuff’. But not just any ol’ thing. The objects of my desire must speak to me in some way….They must incite some spark, convey a certain <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Je ne sais quoi</i> before I embrace them as treasures.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNO1WiAq7GqXpSh00j6dHYmJ8EQC5diLU4tF38N4eMQJ0ZV21g4e7jcXVIwmQd-2diCcoA25RJGtS7y0ihnXMYgUCTOo2iRXb7_yM_WfYH36_nXwZord2JaPkg-MubwSDrPDV3B07Eb4/s1600-h/DSCN0480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNO1WiAq7GqXpSh00j6dHYmJ8EQC5diLU4tF38N4eMQJ0ZV21g4e7jcXVIwmQd-2diCcoA25RJGtS7y0ihnXMYgUCTOo2iRXb7_yM_WfYH36_nXwZord2JaPkg-MubwSDrPDV3B07Eb4/s320/DSCN0480.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">One of my collections was initiated a few years ago by the purchase of my jewel box of a home in Arlington Virginia. The previous owner, a kindred spirit who had enjoyed many years of treasure hunting while living there, most magnanimously conveyed a spectacular gilded metal chandelier that she had installed in the petite dining room. I was immediately mesmerized by this golden gem! It fit so perfectly within the home’s Parisian-inspired décor that she must have recognized to remove it would be akin to stripping the structure of a vital organ. (That, and the fact that its style was antithetical to the design of her future home in Mexico.) Regardless, like all the other design choices she had made for my new home, its delicate ornamentation blended seamlessly with the vintage furnishings I brought to the space.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Little did I realize at the time that this fortuitous conveyance would lead to years of hunting for similar treasures. Very soon after moving into my home, BFF Diana The Lady D and I were exploring a tiny nearby shopping district. Immediately drawn into a home interiors shop by its fanciful window display, I was astonished to see hanging inside a gilded and bejeweled sconce which was the perfect match to my chandelier! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPLnFKxbVTJf_YjWj5xp8FPyWfGW82J2VMLrtNTNFoVZihYR2ha8_4fw_1IwuhR3p41M-hmtNsAbu7czgb2p2bMB7fq8usYM7VEWPdSDmcsmLA4PhO-JS7NdLGgHX_CJmDflFJWMxEWg/s1600-h/DSCN0489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPLnFKxbVTJf_YjWj5xp8FPyWfGW82J2VMLrtNTNFoVZihYR2ha8_4fw_1IwuhR3p41M-hmtNsAbu7czgb2p2bMB7fq8usYM7VEWPdSDmcsmLA4PhO-JS7NdLGgHX_CJmDflFJWMxEWg/s320/DSCN0489.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Exuberantly entering the establishment, we were welcomed by the shop’s proprietor and discovered that the shop was actually a combination home décor store and interior design service. I quickly inquired about the sconce, and the proprietor informed me that such objects were imported from Italy into the United States in the 1950s through the 1970s. (In the Washington DC area, the primary purveyor of these imports was Lord & Taylor, a once high-end department store whose ultimate demise resulted in yet anther batch of the ubiquitous Macy’s). Apparently, there were several manufactures of such gilded metal decorative objects, but most all were identified in some way as “Florentine”. The sconce, while not marked, quite obviously fit into this category. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After a minimal period of negotiations (my skills were not as finely honed as they are now), Diana and I left the shop accompanied by the newly acquired sconce. Immediately upon entering its new home, I spied the perfect location to hang this treasure – on a hook serendipitously left by the previous owner, on a wall flanking the dining room entrance! Standing in the living room, one can gaze upon both the chandelier and its smaller – yet no less glorious -- counterpart.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">What oh what would I do without BFF Diana, The Lady D?!?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As my Dear Readers are well aware, the Lady D has been an integral part of my vintage décor adventures for quite awhile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Recall that it is she who introduced me – and subsequently, many of you – to the thrift store glories of <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/12/fave-source-alert-yesterdays-rose.html">Yesterday’s Rose</a> and <a href="http://www.bhnv.org/josephshop.html">Joseph’s Coat</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘Twas Diana who unearthed the<a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/11/king-of-wings.html"> King Wing Chairs</a>, and who shared with us the beauty of her <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/09/princess-and-flea.html">vintage chenille bedspread</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">In honor of Diana’s ongoing contributions to Furniture Addict, and her unending search for décor that epitomizes <b>FABULOCITY!</b>, I hereby launch a new feature of Furniture Addict:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<i><b>The Lady D-List”</b></i>!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please check out the ever-increasing list of Blog-worthy sites on the right-hand side of this page (just below the Glossary) for Diana’s contributions…Happy surfing!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><!--EndFragment-->Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-88966366059381142852010-01-31T14:23:00.000-08:002010-01-31T17:06:05.559-08:00Don't Cry for Me, Furniture Addicts...Oh, Dear Readers…DID YOU MISS ME?!? The truth is, I never left you….<i>Au contraire</i>, I’ve been hard at work preparing for the next phase of my furniture addiction. Yes, it’s finally happening….The hunting and gathering of vintage treasures, the late-night dumpster diving, the endless Craigslist cruisings, all have led up to this inevitable point-in-time: the establishment of “<b>As Luck Would Have It</b>” -- THE SHOP!<br />
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As I confided in a previous post, the passion of my addiction has been focused on the hope and dream of having some type of storefront, virtual or otherwise, for displaying (and perhaps even selling!) the objects of my desire. And, thanks to Furniture Redo Diva Blanca, an unexpected opportunity was presented that is making the dream a reality. <br />
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Diva Blanca introduced me to a lovely and energetic lady named Won who is opening a new home décor mall in Manassas, Virginia. This new venture, “<b>Home Store</b>”, will feature a number of vintage and antique dealers, along with Won’s own stunning collection of imported furniture and locally acquired antiques. This is not your average antique-and-collectibles mall. While we furniture addicts can appreciate the attraction of such entities, Won’s vision for Home Store is even more appealing: a destination for professional decorators and collectors alike, offering a wide selection of high-quality new, vintage, and antique furnishings, all in a fresh and inviting shopping atmosphere. <br />
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Indeed, the space occupied by Home Store is so open and light-filled that visitors will immediately feel as if they are in an expansive Manhattan designer showroom. Won’s extensive background in high-end home furnishings is evident not only in the design of the Home Store space, but also in her meticulously selected collection of décor which she has brought in to complement the offerings of the vendors chosen to embark on this great adventure with her – including yours truly!<br />
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Yesterday, BFF Richard and I endured a treacherous trip to Manassas to deliver the carefully edited portion of my collection to the space I’m occupying in Home Store. Although forewarned about the snowstorm headed for the DC-metro area, we were not quite prepared for the insane conditions encountered on the route to Manassas. Richard arrived at my home right on schedule, at 8 AM, and proceeded to help me bring down the few items from The Mezzanine (ie, my attic) that had not yet made it to The Warehouse (ie, my self-storage room). We then proceeded to the storage facility and the awaiting moving van, which we filled with the Chosen Ones in record speed. <br />
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Although the snow had commenced only an hour before setting off on the road to Manassas, our route on major thoroughfares was already covered in snow. Richard The Brave agreed to drive the 16-foot behemoth while I took the wheel of my trusty Passat (which was also laden with items destined for The Shop). Immediately confronted with icy conditions and resultant accidents, I proceeded at an old-lady pace to our destination. <br />
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Arriving an hour and a half later (and a few minutes behind Richard, who somehow managed to pass me along the way!), we rushed to unload the truck and the Passat in the unrelenting snow. Sending Richard on his way to return the truck, I proceeded to undertake the daunting task of merchandising my allotted 9x12 foot Home Store space. I was most fortunate to have negotiated a prime location in the Home Store – the front window space, with the wrap stand directly behind me. <br />
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After much deliberation, the resulting display can be seen in this video. Although I haven't quite finished the display (I still need to merchandise the 'smalls', or all the knick-knacks....I was anxious to get home before dark!), I was so pleased how the space turned out, very much as I had envisioned! There are two themes, or stories: Gold/cream/black “<b>Wild Things</b>”, and silver/black “<b>Rocker Chic</b>”. The overall impression I try to convey is that vintage furnishings can blend seamlessly with contemporary items to represent an individual’s unique tastes. As you’re viewing the video, look for these representative items from my collection (some of which you’ll recognize from previous posts!):<br />
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From the <b>Wild Things</b> collection:<br />
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<ul><li><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Handpainted mirrored screen:</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"> </span> A recent find from C&T, this substantial piece has a distinctive French flair. With stylized eagles and gold-painted trim, each panel is solid wood (and it weighs a ton!).</li>
<li><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">White Tiger Chair:</span></i></b> as described in a <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-redo-for-two.html">previous post</a>, this is a restyled 1920s vintage chair. Very Joan Crawford, don’t you think?</li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><i>Cream Faux-Leather Tuxedo Chair:</i></b></span> With its brass nailhead trim, a very handsome piece that positively screams FABULOCITY!, especially in how it so perfectly complements the mirrored screen.</li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b><i>Striped velvet Victorian Parlor Chairs</i></b></span>, and an early-1900s <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Writing Desk:</span></i></b> acquired in Capital Hill.</li>
</ul><div><div class="MsoNormal">And, from the <b>Rocker Chic</b> collection:</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><ul><li><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-redo-for-two.html">Moderne Armchair</a> and the <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2010/01/postette-silver-jubilee.html">Console/Game Table</a>:</span></i></b> Surely you haven’t forgotten their respective backgrounds!</li>
<li><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Folding Wooden Table:</span></i></b> Recall that this is the piece I started restyling as part of my <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school.html">'furniture repair and refinishing' class</a>....Well, its extreme makeover is finally complete!</li>
<li><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Wooden Edwardian Armchair:</span></i></b> You might not recognize this one – a most fortuitous find <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-weekend-part-i-exchange-night.html">from a neighborhood Exchange night months ago</a>. Just look at it now, as restyled in blue and silver geometric patterned velvet and metallic pewter paint (my design perfectly executed by Diva Blanca!)</li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><object height="360" width="580"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJ3FEajbd2Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJ3FEajbd2Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object></div><div class="MsoNormal">Do enjoy your virtual shopping tour, Dear Readers….And I will be sure to alert you to the Home Store’s grand opening, as well as all upcoming receptions and special events. Looking forward to seeing you in the <b>As Luck Would Have It</b> shop!<br />
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I kept my promise....Don't keep your distance....!</div></div><br />
</div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-74971296754718162422010-01-20T13:14:00.000-08:002010-01-20T13:24:24.921-08:00Flea Bitten -- The Video GameAttending the <a href="http://www.damorepromotions.com/Chantilly/chantilly.htm">DC Big Flea</a> is like throwing gasoline on the fires of a Furniture Addict's passion. And BFF Diana The Lady D, being the consummate enabler, is more than happy to fuel the flames whenever the opportunity arises!<br />
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Such was the case when she encouraged me to join her in Chantilly Virginia for the quarterly Flea held on January 9-10. For this Flea, both buildings of the Dulles Expo Center were packed with vendors and their followers. The heady mix of furnishings and collectibles sent the throngs into a glorious <b>Vintage Vertigo</b> collective! <br />
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This was one of the best attended shows in recent memory. In typical form, The Lady D arrived before the doors opened. Even I managed to pull into the already crowded parking area within 20 minutes of the first addicts' entry into the cavernous South Building.<br />
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Once inside, I quickly located Diana as she perused a case full of vintage compacts. We then proceeded to flitter hither and yon, absorbing as much of the extravaganza as possible. Below check out our latest video production, documenting our romp among the relics: <i>(<b>Note</b>: As I edited the video, I discovered that I need to study my Thesaurus to improve my arsenal of adjectives. I think my overuse of exclamatories would make for a fine drinking game....May I suggest selecting your finest vino/beer/soda, and proceed as prescribed below:</i><br />
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<ul><li><i>For every "<b><span style="color: red;">WONDERFUL</span></b><b><span style="color: red;">!</span></b>" or "<b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;">FABULOUS!</span></span></b>" I mutter in the video, take one drink;</i></li>
<li><i>For every "<b><span style="color: red;">STUNNING!</span>"</b>, take two drinks;</i></li>
<li><i>"<b><span style="color: red;">ICONIC!</span></b>" earns you three drinks.</i></li>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Recall from <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/10/weakin-review.html">a long ago post</a> the amazing console/game/dining table purchased at <a href="http://www.classandtrash.com/">Class and Trash</a>, the table with the exquisitely carved cabriole legs and perfectly intact ball and claw feet, and which expanded expanded expanded? Well, after much deliberation I was inspired to commission Diva Blanca (who, BTW, was recommended by the lovely Lisa of C&T fame) to do a dramatic makeover: refinish the top in a lustrous semi-gloss black, and the base in metallic silver.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">And the result…TAH DAH! Sterling <b>FABULOCITY</b>!<br />
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</div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-49904304907280731892010-01-04T14:37:00.000-08:002010-01-20T15:11:45.760-08:00Good Thrift HuntingThank GAWD that whole Christmas shopping nightmare is over! Although I admit to being the inveterate shopper, I do not enjoy being anywhere near a retail establishment during the weeks/days/hours leading up to The Event. However, I’m also the inveterate procrastinator, so I am doomed annually to join the hoi polloi in the seasonal rite of time passage I know as Holiday Hell.<br />
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But, once it’s over, watch out baby! No, I’m not one of those insane people that descend upon Macy’s at Oh-Dark-Thirty on December 26 to dig through the detritus of Christmas Past. <span style="font-style: italic;">Au contraire</span>, on the days immediately following <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> day, I retreat to the sanctuary of my home to let the healing begin. It is not until almost a solid week has passed that I feel it is sufficiently safe to venture out into the post-apocalyptic world that remains once the aforementioned crazed throngs have exhausted themselves in a Christmas Clearance crescendo.<br />
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And so, refreshed from a few days of rejuvenating rest and relaxation, the time came to emerge into the daylight (albeit here in the Washington DC area, bone-numbing COLD daylight). I had convinced BFF Chris that we deserved a full day of shopping, <span style="font-style: italic;">Howard-style</span>, which meant an exhaustive – and exhausting -- crawl through my fave local thrift stores! Check out the video of our adventures at <a href="http://yesterdaysrose.org/">Yesterday’s Rose</a> (for “<span style="font-style: italic;">Half-off EVERYTHING Day</span>”!) and <a href="http://www.bhnv.org/josephshop.html">Joseph’s Coat</a> (where everything was also <span style="font-style: italic;">half- off</span>!) OMG OMG OMG!<br />
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<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFltupNnpT8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFltupNnpT8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-9193184193497937702009-12-29T13:08:00.000-08:002009-12-29T13:12:34.248-08:00Chair-ished FriendsOn the afternoon of Christmas Eve, I was knee-deep in the middle of my traditional wait-til-the-last-minute-to-wrap-<span style="font-style: italic;">EVERYTHING</span> routine. Of course, I was wired from caffeine overdose, <a href="http://www.hgtv.com/">HGTV</a> was on in the background, and the kitties were in hiding so that they might avoid being hit by flying wrapping paper remnants. FA. LA. LA.<br />
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BFFs Sharona and Richard had phoned to ask if they could stop by.<span style="font-style: italic;"> “Sure, if you don’t mind a frenzy of holiday madness!”</span> At least they couldn’t say they hadn’t been warned. I would not be responsible for any collateral damage.<br />
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Soon there was a rapping at the door. In my holiday finest (completely disheveled in baggy sweats), I threw open the door to the sight of not Sharona and Richard, but a Martha Washington-style chair that I had last seen at <a href="http://www.classandtrash.com/">Class and Trash</a> weeks prior! While I was still dumbfounded by this unexpected vision, Sharona and Richard jumped out with hails of <span style="font-style: italic;">“Surprise!”</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">“Merry Christmas!”</span>. Turns out, Richard remembered that I had become enamored with the MW chair when he and I had traveled to C&T for the <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-haul.html">Big Haul</a> . When I had forgotten to claim the lovely piece in the midst of my standard bout of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vintage Vertigo</span>, Richard had arranged with C&T owners Lisa and Kenny to hold the chair til he could travel back to Richmond to claim it as a holiday present for me. (Both he and Sharona insist they had decided to buy me this most thoughtful gift before we had all agreed not to exchange presents….I’ve chosen to believe them on this point, since I’m thrilled to have the chair!)<br />
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</div>The chair is truly quite lovely. Of traditional lines, it is sturdy and in fine shape structurally. Although the fabric is a bit worn, the wood is unscarred. Nevermind about the upholstery, however; already the chair is planned to be restyled in some otherworldly combination of fabrics that will most assuredly send it into the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">couture décor</span> stratosphere!<br />
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The chair currently resides in my boudoir, in the space formerly occupied by the pre-restyled 1970s-vintage moderne chair. Kitty Daisy has already claimed it as her own. However, being a stylish girl, when the time comes for the restyling I’m sure she’ll sacrifice her latest perch in the name of <span style="font-weight: bold;">FABULOCITY</span>!Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-22131741896009480792009-12-20T14:09:00.000-08:002009-12-20T14:12:42.128-08:00Thanks for the (Christmas) Memories<div class="MsoNormal">In all honesty, the Christmas holiday season is not my fave time of year. I don’t like crowds, traffic sends me over the edge, and I despise cold weather. (As you can imagine, the blizzard the Washington DC metro area received this weekend did nothing to help my holiday anxiety.) As a child, I tended to be sick every Christmas day. My former career was in retail management and buying. All combined, I do <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> do very well this time of year. And don’t get me started about Christmas carols…. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Anyone who has read just one posting of this Blog knows that I love decorating and shopping. But not during the holidays. Just say “NO NO NO” to the “HO HO HO”. That’s not to say that I don’t have a section of the attic devoted to Christmas décor, just that everything tends to stay boxed up, year after year. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">One of the few exceptions to this is the small collection of ornaments handed down to me by my maternal grandmother, Mary. I lived with my grandparents as a child, and one of the few family traditions was the yearly display of Christmas ornaments my grandmother had acquired when my mother and aunt were children. Each Christmas, my grandmother would assemble the silver aluminum pom-pom tree and decorate it with a set of glass balls of a single color, alternating between beautiful shiny blue and bright pink. Then there was the rotating color wheel, slowly projecting blue/yellow/red/green light on the metallic tree. Pure holiday <span style="font-weight: bold;">FABULOCITY</span>. <br />
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</div>We would also have an evergreen tree, real or feaux, decorated with an assortment of ‘five-and-dime’ ornaments. Among these were the spherical cage-like hollow balls containing ‘angel hair’ -- my absolute favorite! I truly believed that they contained the fine white hair of actual angels, and I always looked forward to unearthing these from the cardboard boxes in which all the ornaments were stored.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">But the most treasured of treasures was the nativity set. Also purchased at the local five-and-dime for mere pennies, each piece was crafted of chalk and painted in vibrant colors. There was, of course, the baby Jesus, along with four livestock animals: cow, donkey, sheep, and camel. Even as a child, I found it fitting that only the animals were in attendance at our manger scene.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Purchased in the 1940s, only a handful of these treasures have successfully weathered the ensuing decades. Somehow many of the ornaments of my childhood were broken or lost. I consider myself fortunate to have several of the delicate solid blue glass balls, along with a red one with “Season’s Greetings” painted in white, and a blue globe with white stars. And, even two of the angel hair-filled pieces are among my collection. Except now, as I behold these globes many years after my grandmother’s passing, I recall the fine silver hair of my own guardian angel Mary.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The nativity set also survived, except the donkey is MIA and the cow lost an ear at some point. A few years ago, during one of my <a href="http://www.damorepromotions.com/Chantilly/chantilly.htm">DC Big Flea</a> excursions with BFF Diana, I came across a vendor who was offering a mishmash of similar nativity pieces. I learned that these <a href="http://bayberryfolkart.com/historyofchalkware.aspx">chalkware</a> items were very popular in the first half of the twentieth century, and were made by Italian and German immigrants. Apparently, some of the later pieces were also made in Japan. Carefully sifting through this vendor’s offerings, I selected several pieces that I thought would fit well into my treasured nativity: an angel to watch over the baby Jesus; three wisemen to accompany the camel; and a Mary and Joseph pair. These pieces of unknown history have now melded seamlessly into the nativity of my childhood, and the entire set is among the few holiday decorations I faithfully display each and every year.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So enamored was I of my grandmother’s set, this collection of the most modest of nativities, that I recall once telling her that it was the only thing I wished for her to bequeath to me. I am blessed that I have these precious items to commemorate the childhood spent with my loving and caring grandparents. However, as treasured as these ornaments are to me, I am most grateful for all the memories they invoke, for that past is my forever Christmas present. And each year, at the close of the holiday season, I carefully wrap each jewel so that it might survive to be displayed another season. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">A few Christmases ago, I labeled the boxes containing this treasure with the names of my godsons. Inside the boxes were notes addressed to the boys, explaining the heritage of these items, and instructing them to remember me and my family as the boys might someday display the ornaments as part of their own families’ holiday traditions. Let this be my forever Christmas present to them.<br />
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</div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-26584887679127925942009-12-13T12:16:00.000-08:002009-12-13T12:20:29.251-08:00China Syndrome<div class="MsoNormal">What’s a furniture addict to do when the all available storage runneth over? In my case, I redirect my acquisition urges toward items that are considerably easier to warehouse: tableware, knick-knacks, pictures, and all sorts of tschotskes. The possibilities are endless in this category of vintage décor!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">In my <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/12/fave-source-alert-yesterdays-rose.html">previous post</a> , I let my Dear Readers in on the secret of the glorious thrift store Yesterday’s Rose. On the Monday following my first visit there, which had resulted in the discovery of several lovely (and bulky) pieces of vintage furniture (now occupying valuable real estate in The Warehouse), I returned to transport the silk-covered Baker loveseat. As previously mentioned, that day also happened to be “1/2 Off Everything Day”! What a coincidence!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Considering that the loveseat required almost every square centimeter of space in the Passat’s cargo area, there were limits to what I could acquire on my second visit. Fortunately, the Rose had a rather extensive offering of dishes and glassware. Having perused the stacks of breakables the previous Saturday with BFF Diana the Lady D, there were a few items that I was hoping to locate once again among the piles. However, there was one treasure first and foremost in my mind for this excursion: a set of eleven china plates by Royal Albert.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Weeks prior to my foray into the treasure-filled cavern that is Yesterday’s Rose, Lady D emailed me to express her glee over finding a beautiful china plate during one of her Rose trips. She dubbed the item “<span style="font-weight: bold;">The Faux Oyster Plate</span>” because its bold yet delicate pattern reminded her of plates designed for such a function. Although there had been a complete set of twelve of these exquisite dishes, Diana had chosen to purchase only one (convinced that she has an innate propensity to break things, she was fearful of being responsible for a whole dozen of china plates!). Nonetheless, on her many follow-on trips to the Rose, she faithfully stopped by the case in which they were displayed to ensure no one else had acquired the remaining eleven.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">What made these plates especially intriguing was the hint of their history indicated by a handwritten note attached to Lady D’s single dish. Carefully written in a delicate script on a piece of tape placed on the plate’s surface was the statement, “<span style="font-style: italic;">Debbie, from Cowell & Hubbard…Very Expensive</span>”. Diana, the consummate Internet researcher, pulled this thread and discovered that Cowell and Hubbard was a jewelry store located in Cleveland, Ohio. According to <a href="http://ech.cwru.edu/ech-cgi/article.pl?id=CAHC">The Encyclopedia of Cleveland History</a> ,<br />
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Obviously, the previous owner of these delightful and delicate dishes desired that “Debbie” be fully aware that these plates had an extraordinary pedigree. (Luckily, “Debbie” apparently couldn’t have cared less, and the Royal Albert plates ended up in a thrift store!)<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Lady D then set out to determine the plates’ vintage. Sleuthing through the vast information store of the Internet, she came upon the definitive source for all things Royal Albert: <a href="http://www.royalalbertpatterns.com/">www.royalalbertpatterns.com</a>. Here, she determined that the plates’ <a href="http://www.royalalbertpatterns.com/reference%20pages/Royal%20Albert%20Back%20Stamps-.htm">backstamp</a> indicated that they were manufactured 1927-1935 (apparently a particularly prolific period for the Royal Albert Company!).<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">When Diana and I visited Yesterday’s Rose on that fateful Saturday in November, the remaining eleven Royal Albert plates still resided in their place of honor in the glass case near the shop’s entrance. However, recognizing that a mere two days later the dishes would be included in the “1/2 Off Everything” event, I decided to tempt fate and wait until I returned to transport the Baker loveseat before purchasing them. (You see, as desirous as I was to possess these fine plates, the fruit would be that much sweeter if I could get them at an even more remarkable low price! Vintage shopping is multi-faceted endeavor.)<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">As I approached the Rose on “1/2 Off Monday” to retrieve the loveseat, I was guided tthough the cold rain by my determination to embrace the Royal Albert plates before they were claimed by some other less-deserving shopper. But, because my trip to the Fairfax shop had been delayed by a long-standing doctor appointment (which I’d been sorely tempted to cancel), would the dishes still be available? Walking (well, running, really) into the Rose I breathlessly approached the glass case….Yes Yes YES! the plates – ALL ELEVEN OF THEM – were still there! Oh Fates, blessed Fates! I immediately engaged the gentleman behind the counter and, after confirming that the dishes were included in the day’s sale event, I proceeded to carefully examine each one for damage. I was delighted that all were in pristine condition, and instructed the clerk to consider them sold.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">After ensuring my treasure was appropriately set aside for me, I proceeded to rummage through the piles of dishes precariously stacked on the open shelves on the shop’s selling floor. And I was rewarded for my diligence: added to my Royal Albert purchase were a 1953 calendar and zodiac plate by <a href="http://www.hlchina.com/">Homer Laughlin</a> ; a 1950s-vintage plate with a stylized floral pattern in light blue and gold; and a set of three dinner plate with a large Mod daisy design in the center of each. Each of these finds could serve as stunning wall hangings, especially the daisy plates when presented as a trio.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">There was one near-disastrous moment: having completed my transaction (with the Goth-Girl clerk manning the register), I attempted to place the box full of newfound bounty into the shopping cart for transport to the awaiting Passat. <crash>! My hand slipped, and the carton slammed into the bottom of the cart. I was convinced that I had cracked at least a few of the treasured Royal Albert china plates. However, upon my inspection back home, it was revealed that all items had survived my moment of clutziness. I had miraculously evaded Lady D’s curse! </crash><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now, Diana and I are in negotiations regarding how The Eleven are to be divided; she insists that she should hand over her single plate in order to keep the set intact (and to escape their impending doom that being in her possession ensures). I, however, contend that the vintage wealth should be distributed, and a set of eight would suffice for me. Indeed, disposition of the dozen is a task best suited for King Soloman.<br />
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</div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-72590057272804988292009-12-06T18:45:00.000-08:002009-12-06T18:45:15.720-08:00Fave Source Alert: Yesterday’s RoseYet again, BFF Diana struck gold! The Lady D informed me of a most delightful trove for vintage treasures in Fairfax, Virginia: <a href="http://yesterdaysrose.org/">Yesterday’s Rose</a> (doesn’t the name itself conjure lovely images of times gone by?) is a wondrously cavernous thrift shop located in a nondescript strip mall in NoVA. Diana, who has lived in the general vicinity for the better part of 30 years, had often passed by the shop’s location, but had only recently ventured in. And what a fortuitous visit it turned out to be! <br />
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A few weeks ago, the Lady D texted me pics of several glorious chairs; upon my immediate and exuberant response, she informed me that they had been discovered at the Rose. Even through the haziness of the low resolution photo, I could tell these were items that warranted closer inspection. However, I was unable to join Diana in a visit to the Rose til last Saturday – which just happened to be “1/2 off Furniture Day”!!!!<br />
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We arrived uncharacteristically early (for me, anyway), before the shop opened its doors. As we sat in the Passat (which had been de-cluttered for the occasion, in anticipation of filling it with newfound bounty) reading a décor magazine (naturally!), I happened to glance up and exclaimed to Diana, “Oh my God, people are lining up to get in!”. Hastily we bolted out of the cargo van (um, I mean ‘Passat’) and rushed to beat another wave of approaching vintage décor scavengers. <br />
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When the doors opened minutes later, it was as if we were shoppers at a Walmart Midnight Madness sale! Everyone pushed through the double doors, rushing to claim the pieces they’d apparently scoped out the day before. As we fought through the throng, Diana remembered to shout to me the rule of the day: “Tear off the tickets of any piece of furniture you want!”, which allows you to claim the item without having to drag it to the register. Following Diana’s lead, I started snatching tickets with wild abandon – until the suitably gruff elderly man working the floor informed us that we were to tear off only the <em>lower</em> portion of the tag, not the entire tag. Oops. We ended up losing precious moments trying to retrace our steps to reattach tickets. (We felt like such amateurs!)<br />
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</div>Although some ground was lost, the Lady D’s early recon had mapped out the last known location of the targeted spoils: an amazing rattan and cane chair of generous proportions; a side table with birds-eye veneered top; and a delightfully comfortable rattan glider chair. Having claimed these items immediately as part of our potential haul, we were free to wander about and pick through the other assorted goods. I was truly fortunate to be standing near a lady when she decided not to purchase a most lovely find, and thus able to claim it as my own: a <a href="http://baker.kohlerinteriors.com/baker/1_0_0_baker_home.jsp">Baker</a> loveseat with down cushions, covered in a plaid silk. Although the tattered arms indicated the piece had been favored by a feline companion of the previous owner, the rest of the upholstery as well as the overall structure were perfectly intact. MINE!<br />
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While the air of Yesterday’s Rose was so infused as to induce multiple bouts of <strong>Vintage Vertigo</strong>, there was one note of sadness….In a wide-open space between the linens (NOT on sale that day, BTW) and the children’s clothing, sat a faded lady: a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duncan_Phyfe">Duncan-Phyfe</a> sofa. Tattered and torn, springs exposed, yet majestic and commanding, the spectacular piece was patiently awaiting rescue. As I appropriately fawned over her, I was forced to consider the sheer size of the piece – was there any way in Hades that she would fit into the Passat? Armed with the ever-present tape measure, I proceeded to take detailed measurements from all angles. After several trips to-and-from the Passat, I once again had to acknowledge defeat – the Passat’s cargo space was woefully inadequate. Memories of the <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/10/french-missed-connection.html">French Settee melodrama</a> resurfaced.<br />
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After several hours in Yesterday’s Rose (and having claimed several other miscellany), Diana and I proceeded to load a portion of the day’s bounty into the Passat (sadly, <em>sans</em> Duncan-Phyfe). And while I had successfully claimed the lovely Baker loveseat, I was forced to leave it behind til it could be retrieved a few days later (many measurements indicated that this piece could indeed be accommodated by <em>le Passat</em>). However, this slight inconvenience did not cause consternation….After all, the following Monday was the last day of the month, which at Yesterday’s Rose means the entire store is HALF-OFF!!! Stay tuned for details of that excursion!Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-43415612958405515782009-11-27T09:36:00.000-08:002009-11-30T18:54:35.965-08:00The Big Haul<div class="MsoNormal">Recently, BFF Richard bravely agreed to accompany me to Richmond to bring back a plethora of vintage treasures. The part of this effort that required real fortitude: Richard was in charge of driving the moving van that had been provided by the self-storage company where my ‘warehouse’ is located. Not having ever driven one of these behemoths myself, I was thrilled when he made the offer. <whew!> BFF Sharona had planned to join us, but alas the truck had bucket seats that could only accommodate two persons. I’d graciously offered to let her and Richard manage the move, but Sharona demurred. </whew!><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The truck itself was….well, functional. It was one of those 12-foot box things, built strictly for utilitarian purposes. Comfort certainly never entered the equation. Nonetheless, I positively drooled over the prospect of owning one for The Shop! However, recognizing my endless trepidation at driving such a vehicle, I’ve decided that one of those ubiquitous white cargo vans is a slightly more realistic target for my eventual business transport needs.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The trip to Richmond was extraordinarily uneventful. Even with the constant rattling and the bone-jarring suspension, Richard and I enjoyed a quick and easy journey south on Interstate 95. Since we had use of the moving van just until mid-afternoon, there were only two stops on our itinerary: <a href="http://www.clashandtrash.com/">Class and Trash</a> (of course!), and my mother’s house in Ashland (a few miles north of Richmond), where I had over the past year stored many pieces of my collection. Based solely on logistics, C&T was at the top of the short list of stops. (The fact that C&T’s ever-changing inventory might yield a whole new crop of vintage bounty had absolutely nothing to do with making them our priority!)<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Oh, Dear Readers, imagine my glee at driving up to C&T with an empty moving van! It was as if I were a famished infant being offered its mother’s milk-laden breast. (OK, I’ve officially crossed over into The Land of Bad Analogies. <span style="font-style: italic;">Mea culpa, mea culpa</span>.) Suddenly the possibilities were endless (well, the limits of my credit cards did place some restrictions on my impending shopping experience). For the first time, my choices were not bound by the space limitations of the Passat! Couches and tables and beds, oh my!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">This being Richard’s foray into the land of Class and Trash, he began by idly wandering around the first floor. Meanwhile, I embarked on my typically manic initial survey of the shop’s current offerings. As a Soldier of Vintage Fortunes, I have honed my skill at targeting the most desirable items on C&T’s floor within minutes of entering the front door….Dark brown 1960s vintage swivel chairs at 10 o’clock, check. French-style rectangular dining table dead-ahead -- Roger that. Vintage Martha Washington armchair on the left, just around the corner…LOCK ‘N LOAD!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Having successfully completed the first round of recon, I escorted Richard to the second floor of the C&T emporium. Here, Kenny and Lisa allow other vendors to display their wares in loosely bordered areas. (To a less seasoned C&T shopper, it’s not immediately apparent where one vendor’s space ends and another begins. I, however, have mentally mapped the second floor terrain, and therefore have a feel for the key areas on which to focus.)<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">My quick yet efficient survey of the top floor soon yielded one of the most unique curiosities I’ve every found there: a pair of 1950s-vintage highly stylized porcelain dog figurines. I literally gasped at the cleverness and artistry with which these canines were fabricated! Complete with tiny foil labels which declared them as being manufactured by “Norleans, Japan”, I scooped up these treasures before any other vintage décor hunter could claim them. Richard, who in the meantime had been exploring the less glorious collectibles, appeared somewhat perplexed at my excitement over these objects. Cretan.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">STOP. Take deep breath. Exhale. OK….now try to think clearly, Howard. I was able to regain some semblance of control and began to make thoughtful choices from among the delights surrounding me. The French-style dining table, for its graceful lines and subtly bleached finish. Yes, that would be the piece for this day (after all, two dining tables, four dining chairs, and an antique farm table purchased on previous visits were already stacked together outside awaiting loading). But, what about that pair of ‘60s swivel chairs, delightfully covered in dark brown velour? Aren’t they the embodiment of <span style="font-weight: bold;">FABULOCITY</span>?!? Just as I was about to walk away from these hip iconic pieces, Larry (C&T’s houseman of sorts) innocently asked if the matching pair was to be loaded into the awaiting van. I broke. My resolve crumbled. Witnessing my display of anguish/ecstasy, Larry decided it was best to abscond with the swivel set before I could veer into another lane of emotions. Yes, Dear Readers, the chairs are mine.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">By the time I’d euphorically completed my transaction, Larry and Kenny had loaded up the day’s booty into the box truck. Richard and I had spent all our allotted Richmond time at C&T (it took him forever to decide on two vintage prints and a frame!), so we decided that it would be prudent to forego the trip to Ashland. After all, most of the items housed there could make their way to The Warehouse piecemeal in the Passat. Although, as you can see from this pic, there was room aplenty in the van’s box to fit many more monolithic pieces vintage furnishings. I showed such restraint, did I not?!?<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">With the northbound traffic moving uncharacteristically swiftly, we made it back to the storage facility with time to spare. This allowed us to thoughtfully unload the latest additions to my collection, so as to plan out the most effective use of my quickly dwindling storage space. Hoping that no other space leasers needed to access the units adjoining mine, we hauled the day’s bounty to the second floor, and lined the corridor leading to my space with a multitude of tables and chairs. OMG, would everything fit?!? <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Once again, Richard proved his worth by strategically planning how to best utilize the available space. Pausing to artistically photograph each item before it was placed in The Warehouse, we managed to fit in all of them. Granted, I’ll need a cherry picker to access some pieces now located in the hinterlands of the storage unit, but fiddle-dee-dee, I’ll worry ‘bout that tomorrow.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Many, many thanks to Richard for all his assistance. And, I’m sure all the other I-95 travelers that day praised him for keeping me from behind the wheel of that big ol’ butch truck! Howard driving a moving van….What a frightening thought!<br />
</div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-36380887739910704622009-11-20T10:05:00.000-08:002009-11-20T10:12:39.130-08:00Dream Redo for Two<div class="MsoNormal">What does a dream look like?<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Many of my Dear Readers know (or have ascertained) my desire for my vintage décor fanaticism to become more than simply an avocation. Oh, to be sure, the hunt-and-find aspect of my addiction is most fulfilling; to lay hands on and actually possess a particularly appealing piece of vintage treasure is satisfaction defined. Indeed, the euphoria experienced during a fit of Vintage Vertigo is a reward in and of itself. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">However, over the years, as my diverse collection of vintage furnishings has grown exponentially, an idea became implanted into my subconscious and has grown/fermented/festered into a dream. I now have a fervent wish to not only collect all these delightful and decorous vestiges of the past, but to also share them (and my own unique tastes) with others via a vintage décor boutique.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Surely even those who are not intimately familiar with my myriad of personal quirks saw this coming; after all, even the most ardent of collectors might show some restraint prior to reaching the point of actually having to rent storage space for the objects of their desires! And, as you’ve seen since the commencement of this Blog, my acquisition activities have reached a fever pitch. To let you in on a little secret: I’ve justified the majority of my purchases in the last couple years by proclaiming that they were being acquired on behalf of The Shop. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The dream: a small and tasteful shop offering a well-edited selection of vintage décor home-and-garden furnishings, from the 1920s thru the ‘80s, selected for their uniqueness, quality, and style, or simply because I find them appealing. I’ve recently refined my concept to reflect my other passion, fashion -- as in clothes, both haute couture and high-end ready-to-wear. I wish to restyle pieces of my collection to reflect fashion trends of the season, but in such a way as to render them timeless. I want to offer a collection of sophisticated yet edgy and quirky furnishings that expresses my particular viewpoint, and that encourages others to embrace the beauty of vintage and individuality. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5DawYvh8zq2QG-hHpicqK_v5ckJYQ6y9e1T_B97VGfgCPy8LIiBh6uU6zw_v5gHCULzI5-RGHyZCWfIvzaT0FyfFLJItJLRCETrXsbr3-uZ3TkM93hL-keW1IuPKz6PfJMkZqO6N-Uc/s1600/DSCN0375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5DawYvh8zq2QG-hHpicqK_v5ckJYQ6y9e1T_B97VGfgCPy8LIiBh6uU6zw_v5gHCULzI5-RGHyZCWfIvzaT0FyfFLJItJLRCETrXsbr3-uZ3TkM93hL-keW1IuPKz6PfJMkZqO6N-Uc/s320/DSCN0375.JPG" width="253" /></a>So, what does a dream look like? If you’re Furniture Addict Howard, it starts out looking like these two chairs. Both items are vintage: the wing chair, discovered last summer among the cacophony of delights at <a href="http://www.classandtrash.com/">Class and Trash</a> , dates from the 1920s; the more contemporary one was rescued during one of my now famous “911” missions, and is of 1970s vintage. Both pieces appealed to me because of their overall aesthetics, as well as their sturdiness, craftsmanship, and comfort. However, you can see from the “Before” pictures that each chair was in dire need of a makeover. While the wing chair appeared to have been professionally reupholstered (probably in the 1930s, based upon the use of a quilted nylon fabric that was <span style="font-style: italic;">de rigueur</span> back in the day), this lady was faded and worn. The other chair, tattered and torn, had been tossed to the curb (most literally) presumably because its previous owner had determined it to be past its useful life. Mistake. BIG mistake.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">From the point when I had claimed each of these unique items, it had been my intention to restyle them in some unique way. However, it was not until I ventured into a local fabric store that the crucible of my creativity was uncovered; as I maniacally tore through the mounds of upholstery remnants, visions began to take shape in my mind’s eye. Not being content with any singular textile, I instead started piecing together coordinating patterns, textures, and colors into distinct viewpoints. Guided by my awareness and understanding of current and future fashion trends (I’d just reviewed online videos of the Fall/Winter 2009 and Spring/Summer 2010 runways!) I was able to down-select from the piles of fabrics I’d collected and create palettes of 3-5 fabrics that I could envision for specific pieces in my vault of vintage.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Behold, the two chairs representing the first instantiation of my dream. From its shape, you can see that form and function are the only remaining tangible characteristics of the wing chair. Gone is the seafoam green nylon upholstery; it is now resplendent in a symphony of white tiger print (accented with gold), black-and-white boucle’, and black faux Persian lamb, trimmed in chocolate brown velvet cording. The mahogany Chippendale-style legs remain as they were when I’d first claimed the chair, complete with the nicks and imperfections that serve as a nod to the piece’s undocumented (but undoubtedly colorful) history.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The second chair, its shape a nod to French <span style="font-style: italic;">moderne</span>, resided in my boudoir from the moment it was rescued. Although I’d hidden its imperfections (tattered upholstery and worn seat cushion) with a handcrafted throw, for years it begged for a dramatic redo. And finally, a wish fulfilled: the front is a textured silver-grey, the back is luxurious in faux Persian lamb, and the buttons reflect the seat’s front and box, covered in a nubby plum. But the most dramatic accent to this chair, now painted in a Ralph Lauren saddle black semi-gloss: 11/16” nickel-plated pyramid nailheads highlighting the elegant line of the back. TOTAL.FABULOCITY. And, true to my concept, these pieces now reflect a clothing fashion trend; the colors, textures, and details embody the spirit of <a href="http://images.google.com/images?client=safari&rls=en-us&q=rocker+chic+fashion&oe=UTF-8&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=284GS8L8BoennQen9qG4Cw&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=4&ved=0CC8QsAQwAw">Rocker Chic</a> . Rock on!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">And for The Shop? In case you were wondering, the name that I’ve had in mind: <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">As Luck Would Have It</span></span>. A Website is in the works (Frank and Nelson, if you’re reading this, GET TO WORK!) which will serve as an informational portal to my edited and restyled inventory of vintage furnishings. Then, I hope to convince realtors in the DC metro area that pop-up shops are a retail trend worth latching onto in this market abundant with vacant commercial space. And beyond that? Well, that’s what dreams are for, right?!?<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">What does a dream look like? If you’ve been reading this blog, you see a dream every time you go to the URL. And by doing so, you are sharing in my dream. Thanks for being a part of it.<br />
</div>Howardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00422486602103285248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7258168193439586089.post-6838640941537747932009-11-17T18:58:00.000-08:002009-11-18T19:30:41.136-08:00The King of Wings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8SzVpWJ-RjOgXjAWA8ReCa89Aetvdt1who1RNWkROz8JgYs8ZEjjpnJ0rKzUw8xZ960t65t_BBxn-RTbWmlm16ARz5e-GP5qASZD3xDNxZrQxiVYpMrf9wjFA2gRmLdFmwirYT1QbWE/s1600/media1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8SzVpWJ-RjOgXjAWA8ReCa89Aetvdt1who1RNWkROz8JgYs8ZEjjpnJ0rKzUw8xZ960t65t_BBxn-RTbWmlm16ARz5e-GP5qASZD3xDNxZrQxiVYpMrf9wjFA2gRmLdFmwirYT1QbWE/s320/media1.jpeg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Might you happen to recall from a previous post the message I got from Diana the Lady D while I was out partying with Sharona and crew? To refresh your memory: while at a local hookah bar celebrating Sharona’s new job, I received an urgent text message from Lady D containing a photo of two <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">ginormous</span></span> wing chairs and matching ottoman. She’d come across these lovely items while visiting one of our fave thrift stores in NoVA, and just knew I’d fall hard for them. Well, that evening she purchased the ottoman on my behalf, but even after visiting the two delightful (and, did I mention, <span style="font-weight: bold;">gi-NOR-mous</span>) chairs, I somehow managed to forego them. (Although, as I mentioned in my earlier post, I wasn’t able to get the attention of the…um… ‘ladies’ who worked there, so I couldn’t negotiate the price. Details.)<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">As so often happens when I walk away from an undeniably special find, I was haunted for weeks by thoughts of possessing them. Ah, those substantial ornately carved cabriole legs, the stately silhouette….Oh, I tried to overcome my hunger; I told myself repeatedly that the need was not there, tried to console myself with the ottoman that I possessed. However, the ottoman was but a constant reminder of those left behind. Even after I’d selected the fabric with which to restyle the ottoman, I obsessed (I know, hard to believe, isn’t it?!?) over the massive wing chairs. After all, when would I ever again find a chair that would complement the ottoman as well as its matching counterparts? <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then, when I was blessed with the discovery of the <a href="http://www.hardenfurniture.com/">Harden</a> <a href="http://furnitureaddict-howard.blogspot.com/2009/11/finds-of-fab-kind.html">club chair</a> , I knew, Dear Readers, that it was divine intervention! After all, the wings and ottoman were also Harden creations! I knew then that at least one of the massive wing chairs was meant to be mine. But, it was weeks before when Lady D had first seen them….Surely they were spoken for by now?!? Ah, but Diana had been making daily pilgrimages to the thrift store to check on the chairs’ status. Often she would arrive just as the doors had been locked for the evening, and she would be forced to peer thru the windows in search of the lovelies, all the while having to endure the proclamations by the ‘ladies’ inside, “We’re closed! Come back tomorrow!”. But the Lady D is made of sterner stuff, and she continued her vigilance day in and day out.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Finally, when I could no longer control my craving, I left my office one evening fully intending to purchase one of the chairs. But Diana had not laid eyes upon them for over twenty-four hours; would it not be fate’s cruelty to have finally accepted my need only to have the object of my desire snatched away before I could claim it? (I should mentioned that I had already purchased a beautiful set of fabric with which to restyle this chair the day before….I was most definitely counting my chickens, was I not?)<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Having called Lady D on my way to the thrift store, I had learned that she had not been by the store that afternoon on her way home, and therefore could not verify that the chairs were still there. Nonetheless, I fought NoVA traffic in pursuit of my treasure, hoping beyond hope. As I pulled into the store’s parking lot, who should be waiting for me but LADY D! She just had to witness the impending procurement for herself!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">As we both ran to the store in anticipation, we kept trying to see through the windows if the chairs were still there. YES! There they both were! And they were both still available! But, showing a modicum of restraint, I convinced myself that I had to acquire only one to satisfy my need. Also, there was no way two could fit into the Passat. In fact, I wasn’t convinced that one of these massive items could fit! So, armed with my ever-present tape measure, I carefully measured one of the chairs from every angle, and checked the measurements against the Passat’s cargo hold. Yes, it would fit, but only barely!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">After overcoming the challenge of removing it from amidst all the other furniture on the selling floor (with the help of ‘Sean’, the store’s charming and able-bodied assistant), it was time to finally place the chair into its awaiting chariot. My fears, previously calmed by the multitude of measurements, were once again raised: IT.DID.NOT.FIT. By mere centimeters! As I was trying to determine what manner of clothing I could tear apart in order to tie down the Passat’s rear hatch, The able-bodied Sean proved that he was more than just a pretty face: he ingeniously suggested turning the beast (the chair, that is, not <span style="font-style: italic;">moi</span>) around and placing it legs-first. And, lo ‘n behold, IT.FIT!!!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So, the most wonderfully huge wing chair (pictured here with the most elegant Lady D in repose) is now holding court in The Warehouse, awaiting its royal transition to total <span style="font-weight: bold;">FABULOCITY</span>. Yes, look at all the glorious fabrics that are its destiny! Teal and fuchsia and pewter OH MY! It will be pure <span style="font-style: italic;">insanity</span>, and I cannot wait! But fear not – you, Dear Readers, will bear witness!<br />
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