Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Weekend Finds: What a House! (And Dresses Galore)

Good morning!

While I was away from you guys this week, I swore up and down on Monday that I wouldn't be attending any of the Easter Sunday weekend sales. My pocketbook and sleep schedule needed a rest! However, when this sale off Hillsboro Road popped up mid week with four hundred photos of the smalls and talls for sale inside...well, hay-ull, I'm only flesh, blood, and bone...and of all that is vintage addicted! :) I grabbed Matthew Friday morning and headed out to almost-Brentwood to take a gander. All these photos except the ones with me in them are yanked from the Estatesales.net website, so if you like what you see and live in Nashville, be sure to keep an eye out for Michael Taylor Estate Sales.

On with this show! First, the house.


This couch was gone with the wind by the time I got there on the second day of a Thurs-Fri-Sat sale...and honestly my heart hurt a little bit. Does it not serve straight up 1970 watching Dark Shadows after school vintage realness? I'm skeptical about the combination of the sea-floor looking shag rug with it, but I can't get over the Tudor-esque details on the arm railing. And look at the print of the cushions!


Someone is probably going to re-cover this in taupe or oatmeal or slate grey or any of those other decorating colors that makes me want to claw my eyes out when applied so unimaginatively to a living room's palette, but I am holding out hope that someone is freaking out as badly as I am that the back of this couch is covered in a frog-pattern made to look like brocade. Notice, below, that the couch is not an arm chair sectional type thing moved up against a side table, but ONE CONTINUOUS SECTIONAL. I die. I really wish I could have seen this in the flesh, but again, there was only a wide empty area where it had been at 10 am Friday morning.


This house  was something else in the way of home decor, and I was thrilled down to my eyelashes when I saw this colonial, Spirit-o-'76 looking back bedroom. Ok, I am mad at myself for not taking my own pictures, but BELIEVE ME when I say that the regimental wallpaper print here was repeated identically in textile form on several panels of cafe curtains that covered a long, rectangular window to the right of this photo. I almost died.


The rest of the place was done in that Liberace-meets-Hollywood-Regency style that was the height of chic in the late sixties' and early seventies'. I am personally a big fan of this and would be over the moon if my entire house looked like a Louis XVI set piece sprinkled with weird old dolls and lobby cards from John Carpenter's The Thing. When you have an aesthetic, EMBRACE THAT ISH. 


Most impressive item at the sale, bar none? This WALL of 1970's swimming medals. Have you ever seen something like this before in your life? Each panel was priced at $40-$60 for the whole shebang, and I'm still kind of kicking myself I didn't go back on 50% off day to make sure there wasn't one or two left. The medals themselves weren't super impressive up close, and yet, that display! And imagine how much swimming you would have to do to win this many medals! The woman who lived in the house had several boys, so I think this may be like four brothers' worth of accolades, but Jesum crow, it's still pretty impressive.



Ok, now we have to give attention to what's really important: the clothes and accessories. This estate was not lacking, not one tic, in amazing wardrobe options. The whole reason I even went to the sale? These two dresses. I had almost no hope of them being there when I got there on the second day, but wowwowow, as Chef Ramsay would say.


Hats a plenty! Do you see the two tone one seems to have a  bird on either side?!


Gorgeous old suitcases:


More purses:


This be-YOOT-iful ivory fifties' swing dress, in the heaviest cloth you could imagine, with little pearl and bead detailing:


A late sixties' shift that looks like it came directly out of this season of Mad Men:



THIS COAT. OH MY GOODNESS.


Enough already, though, what did I get?

Girrrrrl, you know I had to get that crazy unusually-spotted-leopards-everywhere dress. Why was it still there on day two? WHY? (I feel like I should be a guest on a seventies' variety show in this outfit...now, if someone would only send my agent some sign of interest...). I will go ahead and break your heart and mine both by telling your the partridge coat from the last photo was not there when I got there. I was walking around, with Matthew buried under a pile of possible buys, following two women who kept going on about "condition issues" and "resale value" while I scooped up the craziest stuff under their noses. Women of estate sales-- stop talking, start buying, or I am going to out shop you but good.


This dress is a little snug, but notice that the print is not just an abstract black and white mottled doodle, but DALMATIANS. I am not kidding. The woman who wore these clothes was obviously as into novelty prints as I am (and that is saying something). I also got the fifties' formal dress, which comes with a antebellum-like fringed matching wrap that's a good eight feet long and two feet wide...that's a lot of material! I forgot to take a picture (my bad).


Last but not least, the weirdest of the bunch:


Looked like a plain black dress on the hanger with a lot of pleats in a very full skirt...turns out, kimono sleeves! I put the dress on, did a few turns for Matthew, and then went....wait a minute. Why is there this weird sash? What is the purpose of this sash? When suddenly, it occurred to me...not a sash....another pant leg. THIS DRESS IS PANTS?!?! (with the same surprise as the line "Soylent green is people?!")


Now all I need is some wire infrastructuring and this will be an amazing Halloween costume.


I kid, but I seriously may have never been so surprised in my life. Who thought of such a crazy detail to this dress! Can you imagine trying it on in a store back in the day? I need to be about four inches shorter and thirty pounds thinner for the full effect, but I can't say I'm not delighted by how bizarre this garment turned out to be.

So! Let's hear from you! How do you like the estate sale house from this weekend? Seen any humdingers sale-wise lately? What's the most surprised you've ever been trying on a vintage piece of clothing WITH A SURPRISE? What's your latest and greatest purchase? Let's talk!

That's all for today, but I'll be back tomorrow with more junkin' and jawin'. Have a great Tuesday! I gotta get back to work! Til next time. :)

Monday, April 21, 2014

Happy (Belated) Easter! (What I Wore)

Good morning!

Long time no see! I am back from my blogging hiatus, and hope you guys didn't mind the weeklong radio silence too much-- I'll say I missed gabbing at you through this medium a lot more than I thought I would! What's been going on, let's see...found a couple great outfits at a whale of an estate sale Friday, went to a wedding Saturday, and had Easter Brunch with my mom and dad on Sunday-- definitely lots of activity since we spoke last! Of course, first things first-- what I wore on Easter!

Take a look:


What's an Easter Sunday without a fittingly over-the-top bonnet? After some contemplation of the "hat wall" in my den (I'll have to tell you about that later this week), I settled on this floral number which features silk flowers in different shades of blue. I bought this hat at an estate sale in Erin, Tennessee, a tiny little town west of Clarksville. My dad and I must have REALLY wanted to go to an estate sale that weekend, or maybe the preview pictures were really good-- I just remember that when we got there, after a long drive from Nashville, there was hardly anything worth snapping up that hadn't already been snapped up. In the otherwise empty front room of this 1800's farm house, there were a pair of perfect atomic age googie type lamps with their original whipstitch fiberglass shades, plugged into the wall, glowing like a mirage...guess how much? $425 for the pair....FOUR HUNDRED and twenty five DOLLARS for the pair. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but no, that was the actual asking price. Luckily, there was a trunk in one room completely filled with off the wall hats for $3 apiece, and this one came home with me!


I put it together with this gauzy fifties' dress- isn't it strange! I love the scalloped neckline and the powder blue of the dress, and how it is completely see through. What? Why? Have you seen other dresses like this with a similar must-be-worn-with-something-else lack of opacity? It looked much less wrinkly not in broad, unforgiving sun, and I just carried my same Enid Collins bag ("Drifting", a butterfly pattern from I think the early 70's) from the wedding outfit Saturday night.


Because I like to match our outfits so we look even more like a tiny little pair, I put Matthew in this yellow gingham check sports shirt from Kmart's men's department, circa 1965. Isn't it a perfect Beach Boy, Ken Doll looking shirt? It still had the tags from the sixties' on it when I found it at the Rivergate Goodwill.

At my mom's house, we ate lunch and played a ton of Heads Up with my parents, who are surprisingly good at the "Hey Mr. DJ" category. I can hear my mom saying, "What d'you mean SURPRISINGLY?", but I have never laughed so hard as when I realized both my folks and my husband were all insistently humming "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" in unison. Have you played the game? It's essentially charades on an iphone, where you hold the cell to your head and have people give you clues as people, places, and things flash across the screen in different categories. The best part, though, is that it records the people doing the clue-giving. My dad, trying to get Matthew to guess "Chicago": Dad: "It's a musical, it's in a big city, it's near the Great Lakes-" Matthew: "Oh, ohohohohohohoh, I know this one, OKLAHOMA!" just as the buzzer went off. The video, which is now saved on my phone for posterity, captures that moment as I almost fell out of my chair laughing, my true heart's laugh ringing out. It's hard to be in the hot seat as the "guesser" on this game! I just love seeing the video after the fact.


Here we are in the backyard of my parents house...look how if you put the picture in Black and white, it could be Easter 1960!


Last but not least, my mom told me to put my iPhone over this nest in the hedge just to our right in the photo above, and see if I couldn't get a better picture of the robin's eggs in it than she had on her Kodak. When we looked at the picture, wow! Two of the little birds had JUST HATCHED, and a third was making a break for it! We were careful not to disturb the little guys on their first day out of embryo, but how neat to see the tiny things. It was an Easter miracle!


How about you? Did you do anything special or family related this last weekend? What's the most over the top season-appropriate attire you've donned? Had any close encounters with Ranger Rick like nature in all its glory? What have you been up to this last week? Let's talk!

That's all for today, but I will see you back here tomorrow for a regularly scheduled week of vintage goodness! Have a great Monday, enjoy some of this sunshine! Til then.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Blogger Sabbatical (One Week Only!)

Hi, guys!

How's tricks? I think I'm going to take a week off the constant blogging schedule to see if I can't decompress a little...you know how much I love gabbing to you about my shopping exploits and the spoils of war, but this gal is burned out between being a domestic goddess, a Dewey decimal guru, and a darn good deal spotter. It's hard work making it look this easy. ;) However! There are all kinds of exciting things coming down the pipeline, so never fear, never fret-- I can't keep this stuff to myself for long. Hope you have a great MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFriday, and I'll see you back here a week from today (mark your calendars) with more from the vintage vault. Just think of all the things we'll have to talk about by then!! In the meantime, enjoy these vintage photos of a sixties' IBM office whose patriotic color scheme makes me want to run for a paint can. The future is now!

Take care, talk soon!

Lisa





Friday, April 11, 2014

Photo Friday: In Praise of A.T. Burke Edition

Good morning!

We made it to Friday! And you know what that means-- I've scanned and screened tons of pictures on Flickriver to bring you the best of other-people's-family photos. And do we, AGAIN, have a doozy of a photo goldmine today? WE DO! A.T. Burke is a 94 year old flickr member who has uploaded dozens of photos from his collection of Kodachrome slides. Quite the prolific amateur photographer, his slides and prints span fifty years, but focus mainly on the post-war to Kennedy era portion of his life as a newlywed and then a family man.

Without further ado: HOLY SMOKES, LOOK AT THIS PICTURE. LOOK AT THIS PICTURE.


This photo about knocked my eye out for how crisp and gorgeous the colors, not to mention the GIRLS IN THE PHOTO look like they just stepped off the sound lot of some Metro musical. The flickr entry features a long essay of a caption by Burke on the strength and character of the four childhood friends in the wedding party above. From said essay:
As both a compliment to the then-young ladies shown in the old Kodachrome, and a voice of concern for America’s future, I ask the question, “Who will replace these people?” I’m sure as Betty passed away, a new baby was born. That child will eat the food that Betty will not and breathe the air that Betty can no longer. That’s just the cycle of life and the way it always will be. Sadly, that child will never see, nor be part of, anything like the Kodachrome Era. It seems like America is just not replacing “Bettys” of like quality and caliber. Our children, grandchildren, and our grandchildren’s children will have to live with the results.

I treasure this old photo. It still has the clarity, color, look and feel that can make an old man look back to yesterday. I’m glad it wasn’t digital, as it would be long ago corrupted. My memory fades, but the Kodachrome does not
There is something that is putting a hitch in my poor little heart thinking of this 94 year old man looking back at his life through a series of eye-popping Kodachromes and other vintage format film stocks. Some are better quality in terms of clarity than others, but on color alone, just WOW. WOW. WOW.


This photo is captioned:
The doting grandmother had taken the train from Los Angeles to San Diego for the boy’s 6th grade graduation. I took the picture. She was my mother-in-law. The boy could not have asked for a nicer, kinder and more generous grandmother. Yet, as she did so much for him, she did it in a way that did not tend to spoil a child nor give him a sense of entitlement. She also instilled high standards in him through example and leadership. What a woman! 
She's the pretty auburn haired bride's mom...look at the resemblance and how perfect both of their clothes are. It's amazing how a) the 12 year old boy looks like a full grown man in his dress clothes and b) how the depth of focus continues far into the background, where the people thirty feet away are as clear as if you were standing there today squinting at them.

Speaking of perfect clothes, though:


The wife again with a friend. Doesn't the friend's dress look like something you would see on Trashy Diva's reproduction swing dresses website right now? I would wear either of these outfits exactly as is. How about that skinny little sapling in the background, too? I can remember in middle school my parents planted some similarly twiggy little maples in the back yard that are now so solid and tall it's hard to think I'm old enough to remember when you could have bent them over with your two hands!


Everything about this birthday party slide is amazing. I guess it was a joint party for a few of the children, or the mother was really into baking cakes. Look at the beautiful, crisply colorful tablecloth, the little boy with the Greek-mosaic-esque fish print on his adult-styled shirt, and the little girl on the right's adorable playsuit. One of the things that is so appealing about Kodachrome's clarity, as I said in the 6th grade graduation photo, is that feeling that you could just walk into the frame. Like Don Draper's famous Carousel speech (as I start openly weeping just thinking about it), it isn't a print, it's a time machine. While a similar photo in black and white, or even in a lesser quality color stock, would be fine, there's something almost magic to the even-better-than-real-life representation of a moment that passed sixty years ago.

Another interesting thing? The strange, neon pink nebulas that appear in some of these slides. No, it's not proof certain of extraterrestrial life...rather, some fluke of the processing or deterioration of the negative. I think they look strangely on purpose, though, in their placement, and pretty as geodes.

"Posed shot for one of the gal's husband who thought he was quite the ladies' man"


"These five gals had been friends from grammer school in the 1920s" Check out the different shades of red on each girl's lipstick.


"USNA 1963 Kodachrome's got the blues." Did you notice the Naval Academy marching in the background or where you too distracted by how great the mother's outfit (gloves, dress, purse, kooky sunglasses) is?


"Mission Blvd, San Diego, CA just after WWII"...notice the loose cut of the suit, the pearls and white lace blouse underneath, her lapel pin, and THAT HAT, how prettily it blends in with her hair in terms of texture.


"November 1944 just off campus near the USNAHer fur coat and that little baby! I'm going to make it my life's work this weekend to figure out how to wear a fashion turban without looking like I just stepped out of the shower...is it the shape of my head? Am I doing something wrong when I tie it? Rosalind Russell, Lana Turner, and my friend Emma look so pretty in one, I want to join that group of stylish women!


This last, AMAZING photo is only captioned as follows:
 Ansco film in a Kodachrome cardboard mount. Even when Kodak was a real company they made mistakes. They processed my Anscochrome film right but somehow placed the slides in their Kodachrome mounts.
There are some interesting stereotach still life photos on the flickr stream, too-- just the fact that the image is doubled is cool, of course, but some of the ones of cacti and flora in the Southwest are really framable. While I don't know enough about the mechanics of photography and film development to appreciate a lot of the captions Burke has placed on the specifics of how the photos were taken, I'm impressed that he included this information in a lot of the captions.

So! Which of these is your favorite? Are you not bowled over by the beauty of Kodachrome film stock? Check out more of A.T. Burke's slides here, and comment on them if you like them! It looks like he actually does check and respond to questions with some regularity, in spite of saying his age and health might keep him from it in his captions. I enjoyed these pictures SO MUCH.

Well! That's all for this week. Have yourselves a fantastic weekend, and I will see you back here on Monday! Take care, and find good stuff! Til then.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Burton and Taylor (Helena Bonham Carter, Dominic West 2013)

Good afternoon!

How's everybody! Night before last, my dvd copy of the recent BBC production Burton and Taylor finally came in at the library, and I was so pleased I went ahead and watched it the same night! If you knew my library video viewing habits, I am always trying to squeeze in like four movies I've had for fourteen days in on the fourteenth day, but THIS! This is too good to pass up. I've been pining over the production since all the hubbub about it when it aired across the Atlantic, was upset I didn't have cable and BBCAmerica when it aired earlier this year, and eagerly put a hold on it when our library bought a copy or two. And lemme tell you, kids...it was worth the wait!


The preamble to this post: Every once and awhile, narrative lightning does strike twice in Filmland. 1988/1989 saw two adaptations of Les Liasions Dangereux (Milos Forman's Valmont and Stephen Frears's better Dangerous Liasions, respectively), 2005/2006 two biopics of Truman Capote (Capote and the less successful Infamous, respectively), and 2012/2013 two Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton movies (the easy-to-confuse Liz and Dick and Burton and Taylor). In all three cases, there seems to be a definite "better" property...I still like to look at Colin Firth in Valmont, but he's no match for Malkovich's unforgettable portrayal of the main character in Dangerous Liasions. Tiny Toby Jones more closely resembles the author of In Cold Blood, but the late, great Phillip Seymour Hoffman might as well have been Capote in the movie of the same name. Similarly, you can't even compare Liz and Dick to Burton and Taylor. And I don't even say that out of some grudge-held antipathy towards poor La Lohan... she honestly didn't have a chance in the Lifetime production. There are I Can't Believe It's Not Butter commercials with better production value and dramaturgy than Liz and Dick. Speaking as someone who loves biopics with a selfless, acolytic, movie-obsessed heart, I sat through about twenty minutes of the miniseries before switching it off, shuddering with horror at the thought of how ANYONE could take as interesting a series of biographical events and utterly fail to have them come across. So, you can imagine I was holding out hope but w-o-r-r-i-e-d about how bad Burton and Taylor would be.

Spoiler alert! Worries were completely unfounded. The movie, while not perfect, is a great and above all FAIR representation of my most beloved celebrity couple in the twilight of their twenty year love affair.

Burton and Taylor stars Dominic West and Helena Bonham Carter as the titular twentieth century pair, following the former couple's semi-disastrous 1983 run performing Noel Coward's Private Lives on Broadway. Why disastrous? Where to start! At the opening of the movie, Burton, married and divorce from the violet eyed movie icon twice at this point, is more interested in lucratively returning to the stage while maintaining his sobriety and relationship with personal assistant-partner Sally Hay. Elizabeth, on the other hand, is more interested in a detente if not an all out reconciliation with the great love of her life, slipping easily into the role of a kittenish, volatile flirtation with Burton. The course of true love never ran smooth, after all-- and with these larger than life characters, each with lingering feelings for the other, each with their own professional and personal egos, each battling late-stage alcohol addiction....well, it's a powder keg.



While I'm disappointed no one's tackled a major miniseries on the too-wild-to-be-true-yet-totally-true life stories of the Burtons, for the present I'll be happy with the excellent Kashner dual biography, Burton's own published diaries, and this great 90 minute soak into the relationship. I think the best choice this production made, was a) its focus on a single aspect of the couple's chronology (a few months of 1983, wisely excising the last months of touring the production did) and b) its casting of actors who can really put across a part. While neither bears more than a passing resemblance to Elizabeth and Richard, both Bonham Carter and West are exceptional in their task of making you believe they're the couple. Looking at these still photos I kept thinking, "Well, she's beautiful, but she's nothing like Elizabeth Taylor", while after the first five minutes of the movie, the thought never crossed my mind that she wasn't the woman herself. She caught the magnetism and the vulnerability of the star, along with a surprisingly approximation of the cute, Minnie-Mouse-with-a-sailor's-streak voice of hers.

Same for West, giving off alternating waves of Burton's guilt, affection, and irritation towards Taylor. The hair did a great deal towards building up his resemblance, but more than that the voice and the palpable tragedy of Burton at this point in his career-- a wistful husk of the man who won a Tony for Camelot and stormed Broadway in Hamlet twenty years earlier. I was ready to deeply dislike whatever characterization he put in for the film, and instead, fell in love. The idea of someone you can't live with but can't live without has been visited countless times in romantic dramas...but this one played out on screen as well as off, and there's a lasting bite to the sadness of Taylor and Burton not being able to work it out that really shines through the picture.


Another Liz, the gossip columnist Liz Smith, just about said everything I would have liked to have said about the movie in this article, PLUS with the benefit of personal knowledge of the couple and having been present for opening night in the Private Lives production in 1983. I love her succinct recap of the real-life situation intertwined with her praising but not fawning attitude towards the BBC movie. Which is about where I stand...it's not something I would want to watch another twenty times, but I was very impressed with both the performances of Bonham Carter and West as well as the quality of the storytelling itself.

The real deal in 1983.
To sum things up, I now want to read Burton's diaries all over again and watch a bunch of their movies, and isn't that the best compliment you can pay a biopic? The last ten minutes (complete with slow-mo last scene and ridiculous pre-credits title card codas) was a little painfully bad, but the preceding eighty minutes was thoroughly enjoyable stuff for people who can't get enough of these real-life romantic figures. Also, I would like to start teetering around on stilettos in a huge (in my case fake) silver fox fur coat and even larger sunglasses á la La Taylor in this movie. Ugh! Glamour, glamour, and glamour. We'll have to talk some day about my lasting fascination with her personal life and career, but for now, know it's safe to watch this movie and not get your little cinephilic heart broken.

How about you? Seen anything good lately? Did you watch either of the Burton Taylor biopics? What were your thoughts? What's your favorite Elizabeth Taylor movie, if you have one? Let's talk!

I have to get back to work, but will see you tomorrow for Photo Friday! Have a great Thursday. Til then!

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Dream House: Estate Sale Edition

Good morning!

How's tricks? I'm chugging along at work this morning, deeply immersed in my Patricia Highsmith audiobook, still a little sonambulant from my lack of sleep due to horrifying video-on-demand rental of hier soir (I'll have to tell you about it later; still too spooked)...maybe some coffee and some vintage chatting will do me some good? I wanted to tell you today about this estate sale I went to last Friday. While the only thing I scored was the Masonic poster I told you about yesterday (slim pickin's for a magpie like me!), I am still, five days later, getting over my astonishment at the eye-poppingly perfectly preserved atomic age decor of the house. 

Wanna see? You know you want to see. I grabbed these from the estate sale people's Craigslist ad, so if you're liking what you're seeing and live in Nashville, be sure to keep an eye out for Bishop Estate Sales on estatesales.net.


OH LAWD, LAWD, LAHHHWD. Look. At that couch. And the two still life paintings hung in those fifties' kitsch á go go frames. I scream, you scream, we all scream "WHY IS THERE NO MORE ROOM IN MY HOUSE FOR COUCHES". At three (living room Broyhill, den leopard print sectional, green room other-Broyhill), we are at critical mass for couches, but I could die over how much I wish this living room set could go in my living room. Other than a sale in Hendersonville a few years ago, I can't rightly remember a sale I walked into where everything was as immaculate as whatever day the family set up house keeping in the fifties (the house was built in 1954, I'm guessing a lot of this is from the same year). Can you imagine going to Cain Sloan department store or one of the old furniture stores downtown and just going "Yes, I'll take that....that....and that...." knowing it was an investment that was literally going to last you a life time.


THE MATCHING CHAIRS. IN BEAUTIFUL SLATE GREY. I ACTUALLY FEEL MY HEART STOPPING. Furniture-in-suites wise, my dad told me about a receipt he still has in his family mementos from the mid-thirties', when his grandma married his granddaddy and moved from a farm in Hartsville to the big city, Nashville, Tennessee. The receipt is matter-of-factly for every piece of furniture you would need in a new house-- bedroom suite, kitchen table and chairs, living room set, radio, stove, refrigerator. They were by no means rich people, but like I said, it was an investment for furniture they would use the rest of their lives. How novel that sounds in our buy-it-use-it-up-buy-another contemporary culture! I like thinking of being in the new house, a pretty young newlywed, the day everything arrived at your tiny but pleasing-as-punch first home. "Where do you want this, ma'am?" were probably the second best words she'd ever heard in her life, after "Do you take this man to be...." only a short time earlier. How wonderful it must have been to sit down on your very first, very own furniture. 

Aren't these side tables unusual? There's a set of two and they match the coffee table.


Which is a KIDNEY SHAPED TWO TIER COFFEE TABLE (she says while hyperventilating into a paper bag):


There was furniture of a similar age throughout the house, and the most immaculate high-pile, vintage color carpet I think I've ever seen in my life underneath it to boot. Seriously-- if you removed the detritus of having lived in a house for sixty years, then blindfolded and spun me around a couple times, I wouldn't have argued with you if you said it was 1956. Actually, I would probably be really pleased that it was 1956. I wonder if it was because the family didn't have kids that they somehow managed to keep the house in such pristine condition? They might have had children for all I know, but those tell tale fifties' toys and seventies' albums indicating a former baby boomers residence were missing. They DID have a lot of vintage dog beds and clothes, some of which Rae snapped up for her little pug babies (see mind-blindingly cute evidence of this purchase here). I was there a little before her and missed getting to gab about the outrageous furniture, but I did see Mr. Kitsch going through a box of old cleaning products for Eartha, right as I was about to text her to tell her there was vintage Borax at this sale and she might want to get down there. Now that's a good husband! :) Matthew, to his credit, did try to convince me that maybe a green vinyl couch in the house could somehow be squeezed into our den, but cooler heads prevailed.




I don't remember that tiger painting being there at the time (believe me, I would remember that), but all those beautiful fifties, sixties, and seventies' shoes in a size 5B were still kicking around in their original boxes. Oh, to be born with tiny flippers instead of these clodhoppers I'm saddled with! To be fair, if I had a size five foot and was my current six foot tall height, I would have freakishly short arms for my frame and would probably tip over in a strong breeze due to an insufficient base for my center of gravity...BUT THE SHOES I COULD WEAR, PEOPLE. The shoes I could wear.


Here's a beautiful vanity with matching stool and two lamps that called out to me from the photos. Notice the ficus plant and the leafy guy to the right of the vanity...these people were all about artificial plants! I almost bought that vintage scale, but I already have one that I cuss at all the time, it seemed overkill to have two.


Matching dresser to the vanity...the headboard might have been there but I didn't see it, bummer. How about those unusual handles and the blonde wood finish?


A second matching dresser and chest of drawers in the second bedroom...again, not a mark on it, perfect (the Eames bucket chair peeking out from behind the mirrored dresser was already sold BEFORE THE SALE BEGAN, wth):



And last but not least, a larger but very similar china cabinet to the one I bought the other day at the flea market, I bet it's about the same age as mine. Are you loving the metallic gold wallpaper? Because it's killing me how much I want this exact room in my house. I hope, someday, when I do buy a house, a) it already has wallpaper like this in it and b) I have a formal dining room like this. I will never eat a meal at the kitchen table again after that lucky day! (As I have visions of myself and Matthew seated, Tudor style, at either end of long dining table with some huge candelabrum obscuring our view of each other from one another...haha, that'll be the life!)


Sadly, when I got to the sale at 8:30 that morning (after an open time of 8 am, Friday, first day), the weird tropical plant above was already in the back of someone's pick up truck, and the living room set was bought over the phone by someone out of state and waiting to be shipped accordingly to its new owner. What do you think about that? It doesn't make me as mad as that time I drove to Lebanon, where I didn't even get to see the 1920's dresses advertised in the sale, but I would have been pretty steamed if I lined up at 7 to score my new living room set only to hear some out-of-towner had beat me to the punch by telephone. The dining room set and the bedroom vanity were still for sale, but two skinny East Nashville kids, younger than me and flannel clad, were already paying sixty dollars apiece (!!) for the atomic age lamps atop the vanity's surface. Le sigh. Why does it bug me that I can't have ALL the 1950's furniture in the world? Or that buyers should have to go through some kind of personality assessment before bringing home swag I think belongs in a good home? We'll have to address that on another post of She Was a Bird, labeled "Ongoing Mental Issues", "Vintage", lol.

So! What do you think about the house? Which piece of furniture or room has you sighing the dreamiest sigh over it? If you were there, would you have pulled the trigger on any of these fine fifties' artifacts? What's inspiring you in terms of interior design or vintage collecting lately? Let's talk!

That's all for today, but I'll catch you back here tomorrow with vintage goodies and gewgaws. Have a great Wednesday! The weekend'll be here before we know it! Take care, til then.

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