cleaning the basement & a stool for Lucketts


Today, my mom and I spent a few hours cleaning out the basement.  After all of the project-finishing, organizing, cleaning, shopping for Lucketts, shipping for the online shop, etc, the basement was a mess.  I can tolerate a messy basement for a while, because I can close the door and not look at it.  There comes a time, though, when I'm tripping over things and can't find things and it feels like … [Read more...]

the present


  You probably know that I have a thing for white ironstone.  I've been collecting it for years and have a wide variety of pieces from brush boxes to sugar jars, tureens and pitchers to punch bowls and platters, casseroles, mugs, compotes and a huge slop jar. One piece I've always wanted was a cake pedestal.  I saw one in person in the home of an antique vendor a few years ago and it … [Read more...]

Last Week’s Finds


When I get home from shopping, I like to open all of the bags and boxes and spread everything out on the dining room table.  I think it has to do with feeling a sense of accomplishment.  This is what I did today.  It's harder to feel that when it's out of sight.  I think it also makes my hauls look more impressive.  I do live in an area where ironstone is a pretty regular find, but it's not like I … [Read more...]

photo shoot, a fever & finds


We had less than half of the trim completed in the family room and I had a photo shoot coming up, so today, Jeff and I were determined to finish it.  Part of it was the deadline, but another part of it was putting ourselves out of our miserly.  Having a half-finished DIY project hanging over your head gets old.   So, today we worked on getting it done.  I woke up with a stuffy head and … [Read more...]

original art | #imbornto curate


There was a time when I didn't care very much about original art. I actually went to a fine arts college, so I had the chance to attend galleries regularly.  I think it was even required, actually...  I'd stroll around the room, looking for a few minutes and then I'd find my friends and we'd go off to chat in a corner.  I just never appreciated it...until I owned my very first original oil … [Read more...]

Guest Room & Ironstone


Last night I asked Jeff if I could leave early for handbell practice, so I could pick up some paint on the way.  He gave me a look.  "What do you need paint for?"  I answered casually, "The guest room."  Usually me buying paint isn't a questionable event, but I have a lot on my plate right now and painting the guest room doesn't really need to be on that plate. It can be served with the cheese … [Read more...]

French chairs & the master bath


A few months ago, I curated some collections on eBay and shared them on my blog.  Now, I'm refreshing the ones that were the post popular...adding even more inspirational goodness and, this time, including vintage and antique finds that are similar to those I use in my home.  I found a set of French cane chairs almost exactly like the ones in my dining room... ...a similar stool and the exact … [Read more...]

more finds & the holy grail


I unpacked and tagged some more of my finds from Friday.  The contents of the box I unpacked were wrapped in a padded, bluish-green plastic.  As soon as I unwrapped the first piece, I realized what they were - disposable, absorbent pads.  Also know as "wee pads."  As I was opening everything, I couldn't help but think of Tim Gunn on Project Runway begging the contestants to not be so unoriginal as … [Read more...]

fun finds & help wanted


I don't know about you, but the whole "sping forward" thing messes me up for a week each year.  This morning I could hardly keep my eyes open as I made lunches for the boys.  Jeff took them to school and I crawled back in bed.  By the time I dozed, did my workout, showered and ate breakfast, half of the day was gone!  I still managed to get a lot done, but I've got to get back on a normal … [Read more...]

Antique Textile Junkie


I remember the first time I browsed through an antique store, I left with two things.  One was an aqua mason jar with a zinc lid and the other was a delicate cream child's bonnet, obviously old and handmade.  I was drawn to the yellowed patina on the fabric, the dreams that may have been poured into every stitch and the small piece of history I could now hold in my hand. I've been an antique … [Read more...]