I stopped off at Maggie and James's place the other day and had my camera. O, I love it in there! She let me snoop and snap a few rooms even though they had just had friends over the night before. (The large framed image is one of John Paul's.)
The thrifting urge is apparently genetic. I got it from my mom, my girls got it from me. It's our idea of the best fun ever and generates that quirky style we call our own. In different ways and colors. Maggie's style always inspires me- especially when I see what she's done with my hand-me-downs.
My prized vintage wastebasket discovered in Woodruff, Wisconsin. Passed along reluctantly, but it has found its place here. (But, yeah, I always want to take it back .... and turn that knitting needle tip down.)
Maidenhair fern in my decoupaged cachepot project from Between Friends.
Pairs everywhere.
A wedding gift we received in the 70's on a tag sale platter.
Her favorite textile with rick rack hem thrifted in college. Tarnished, dented Goodwill bar tray.
See the little salt and pepper squirrels. Maggie's collages she made for James in the background reflection.
The famous lamp from Portchester and bar cart thrifted in Roslindale, MA.
Her high school notebook doodle sketch.
I could curl up here for an afternoon- or a week. Everything is just right.