Some people have their recliner or their rocker or their rolling desk chair.  It’s a spot where they spend a lot of time and they enjoy the time they spend sitting in it.  I have my painting chair.  I “saved” it out of my Opa’s attic (that’s German for grandfather, in case you didn’t know.)  I brought it home with plans to paint it and sell it.  While it was waiting its turn to be painted who-knows-what-color, I sat in it when I worked on other pieces of furniture.  I soon realized that this vintage, kid-sized desk chair was the perfect height.  This chair would never get a makeover.  Instead, it would become my hardworking painting chair.  It’s sturdy enough to stand on, it’s small enough to tuck under my workbench when not in use, it’s pretty comfortable and it really saves my back.    I pulled it out the other day to paint a

When I was shopping to get ready for the Lucketts Antique Market in May, I came across this jewelry scale. Now, if you’ve read my blog for even a little while, you may have picked up on my love of a few things…fans, typewriters, ironstone and scales.  I had never seen a jewelry scale, so I bought it. I was in a major buy-to-sell mode, so I put a tag on it (with a pretty outrageous price) and brought it with me to Lucketts.  Before the fair began, another vendor was over checking out MY scale.  Oh don’t you DARE buy MY scale.  I know it has a tag on it and I put it out there for sale, but I didn’t mean for anyone to BUY it!  Ha…well, she walked away to think about it and things started to get a little crazy with customers.  About midday, the scale was