My vintage finds have been selling like hotcakes lately. Yay! But Lisa at Brandywine View Antiques is constantly bitching that I don't have enough stuff in the shop, so I went out to my local haunts and managed to find some more stock to keep the masses (and Lisa) happy.
The Good Form office chair probably had its upholstery changed at one point in its life. I have a similar chair in my office/guest room/studio, but mine is aqua. This type of chair sells pretty quickly at the shop, so I always pick them up when I see them. (And once, I literally picked one up and dropped it on my foot. That sucked).
So, this trash can. I implore you to find a cuter one. It's dirty. It's bordering on rusty. For christsake...it's a TRASH CAN! But it is aqua and white, so I love it. Oscar the Shabby Chic Grouch would kill to live here.
Chris laughed at me when I bought this paint-by-number. I like the orange and gray tones. For three bucks, I don't mind being mocked.
The redwork tea towel is embroidered with cocktail motif. Well, I suppose it could be iced tea, but I prefer to imagine that it is a pitcher of John Daly cocktails.
These tiny strawberry and floral wallpaper borders originally sold for a quarter each:
This apron was most likely worn by a newspaper vendor on the street. The Philadelphia Bulletin was in circulation from 1847 to 1982. My fondest memory of the Bulletin was when my Uncle Bill (RIP) landed on the front page in 1981 when he sued Major League Baseball because the league went on strike. He filed a class action lawsuit in a U.S. District Court on behalf of all fans against the MLB owners because Americans were being deprived of their favorite pasttime. He was a bus driver from Southwest Philly who loved baseball and was just plain pissed off. The strike ended a few weeks later, so is case didn't go anywhere. God, that man had balls.
These wooden boxes were purchased for no other reason than they had the word "wacker" on them. They are from Wacker Brewing Company in Lancaster, PA, which was in business between 1859 and 1956. God knows I wouldn't have bought them if they said "Smith Brewing Company". Bo-ring.
I brought these three boxes to the shop last week, and they were gone within a day. I found out that they sold when I received a text that said, "Your Lancaster boxes just wacked off"! Music to my ears. Luckily, I have a few more of these boxes in my garage, desperately waiting to be wacked off.