Vintage Architecture

The Rust Report

On the first evening of June, the elite of the high school choir, sang their last performance of the year in an old building near down town. I was there like a fly on the wall. I spent my time appreciating the old buildings.  As the choir sang I wondered the perimeter.

St. Joseph Cultural Center

The building was completed in 1866 by members of the local community as a convent for the Sisters of Mercy. It soon became an orphanage with over 400 children. The nuns left 100 years later and the community has worked to preserve the site. Here is what I saw.

If walls could talk…

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Miss Ellie                


Small Kitchen Tour

It’s a small kitchen.

Seven and a half feet by ten and a half feet. It faces south, has one entrance and one window.

We use it for everything, including blog reading, answering emails, and pinning on Pinterest.

Are relationship started when it was in a bad way. Over loved and under maintained.

It had been remodeled in the eighties with builder grade everything and had no appliances (that’s a loaner stove to get through the inspections). My daughter and I camped out for 9 months while I changed out flooring, painted walls and ceilings and replaced light fixtures.

The kitchen is now comfortable.

Yup! I painted the wall green, but only one. It’s enough color.

The flooring, baseboard and toe kicks, cabinet knobs and the appliance all came from Habitat for Humanity’s Restore.

This is how we live in it. For real. It’s clean half the time (the pros of an Empty Nester).

I’m still painting the cabinets and adding moldings to them that I got from Restore. I’m in live with Milk Paint and hope to give it a try on these cabinets.

And I have curtains for the window that need mending. And there is an old ladder in the future of this kitchen.

It’s stage one. Progressing to stage two in the next year.

Ever been to Restore? I’ll have to take you some time.


                         Miss Ellie

I’ve linked this post to French Country Cottage’s Feathered Nest Friday.

I have also linked to Inspired by Charm’s Just Because party.

Finding Vintage Treasures

Garage Sales

Over the last few weekends I’ve been able to sneak out early on a Saturday morning and visit some flea markets and garage sales. The Pickers were there too. Wow are they determined. Ladies and gentlemen running, yes running when the gates opened. I chose to take a more leisurely approach to the whole thing. If it was there when I and my cup of coffee got there, then it was mine.

I look for things that not many pickers are interested in. I have the sense they want things they can brush off, add a price tag to and sell in their shops. I want things that need love, a little TLC (or a lot) and a new life. I ask for broken furniture and things that are headed for the dump. But sometimes, I show up on a day that rain has been predicted or its hot and I beat the pickers at their own game; and score. And I mean SCORE!

This is Edward. Edward Underwood. You might have met him in my last post.

He was sitting on a dresser waiting for me to notice him at a moving sale. I walked right by him, trying to be all casual and looked at a chair, talked to the seller, picked out a few smalls to go with the chair and inquired about a price for the whole lot. It was satisfactory. So I asked the seller to include the typewriter. And…well… screaming deal of the century (remember ‘Moving Sale’). So for the price of a good meal without libations, Edward Underwood and I went home together! Happy ending.

I can often get to the local Habitat for Humanity’s Restore on my lunch break. Sometimes I find good hardware and old tools for future projects and sometimes I score. Last week I scored!

Such simplicity, and within budget. With a bright seat cushion this will be a welcome addition to the office.

And this poor little red-headed stepchild was just waiting for some love.

So I brought her home too! And then there was the most creative find of all. I just know I can do something wonderful with these.

I call these mirror harps. They are whats left of an old mirror attachment on a wash stand. I love the wood decals.

Treasure hunting has become an art form for me. My instincts tell my when to shop but my vision tells me when to buy. I do have to listen when I talk to myself to find success. But I enjoy being out and finding treasures.

Do you enjoy the hunt? Are you a picker or an artist?

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              Miss Ellie