(Sorry this a bit of an afterthought,seeing everything is sold except for the stool, I'm a lazy blogger)
"This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time."
If for a second you're thinking I'm copying an IKEA catalog, you're wrong, it's Fight Club dude. 1999 man, it was another 2-3 years before I even heard about this thing called IKEA. Another 1-2 years before my smoking hot wife and I filled our first apartment with their cheap particle board whatnot.
When was this layout original and fresh? Am I fresh?
Anyways, I like it. The folks on Craigslist couldn't get enough, got a bunch of replies just for the pictures.
"Only after disaster can we be resurrected."
"Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!"
I might of been obsessed with everything Chuck Palahniuk back in the day. good times.
I will definitely be offering this again, think about it, maybe even posting a whole room on Craigslist. The possibilities...
Unfortunately, things are not going to work out between us. I am so sorry for rushing into a relationship.
Before meeting you, I only dreamed about machines like you. When we first met I found you irresistible, hip, and that chrome trim made my knees shake.
You were always so eager to hand me a beer. Remember when I first put eggs in your rack? Golly you have an amazing rack.
Trust me baby; when I say it’s not you, it’s me. I should change for you, but I can’t. I need someone who can handle all of me; I’ve got too much baggage baby. Move on.
I will never forget when I first touched your curves, or laid eyes on your mint green interior.
The two hot dudes from Manly Vintage will be pushing vintage goods this Saturday at the Heaven Gallery in Wicker Park...wait a minute...THAT'S US! Come on by and buy some antique razors, throw some high fives, and step outside with us for a smoke.
We're gonna be trying some crazy new ideas this time around, our first vintage market experience at the Vintage Bazaar was somewhat of a serious systems malfunction, so we're doing things different, LIKE HAVING PRICE TAGS! I'm also setting up at home beforehand so I don't have full boxes of crap underneath the tables, and I will eat breakfast and have coffee before I head out Saturday. Did I say crap? I meant recycled treasures. ha.
I’ve grown to be pretty mechanical in my buying and selling of vintage merchandise; I’ll make a swift walk in, assess the situation, narrow in on what catches my eye, acquire it, get the pictures completed, list it, and stockpile it in the many places around the apartment or in storage.
Also thanks to this blog and the painful art of listing, my knack for some creative writing is slowly returning. Listing on Etsy has become a cinch, and lately I’ll have an entire post in my head as early as walking up to check the price tag on something. This whole process just happened this past Saturday at a church flea market in Lyons when I spotted this 1950’s-60’s typewriter.
“Mid-Century typewriter- excellent condition. Only $5, would be an easy flip.”
Then I saw the “Made in Bulgaria”, which gave me all I needed for my ridiculous one-liners that have been accompanying my Etsy listings. “1950’s Bulgaria. Commies. The perfect typewriter to hole up in your attic and write some subversive literature- Yeah that’ll work. Easy $40 or more”
Then at home while taking measurements, weight, and checking for any flaws worth mentioning I came across this sheet of paper located in the convenient paper slot inside the typewriter case . (ink is faint, click to super size!)
Then this.
“Oh man Laura Neumann you communist SOB.”
Then. Vintage Euphoria.
Occasionally an item itself will floor you, but often it’s the weird things; the receipts, to do lists, the notes to themselves or their children. While you would never purchase these little things themselves, when found become far more valuable than the purchase or even the resale value of the item. The things they would never want anyone, especially the FBI, to see.
This is why I go through other peoples crap on my free time. Priceless.
Now is the time for for all good men to come to the aid of their party.
Now is the time for for all good men to come to the aid of their party.
Now is the time for for all good men to come to the aid of their party.
UPDATE!!!: Well it turns out the phrase above was a popular typing phrase alongside “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog”. It originated in 1867 in some podunk town in Wisconsin. Still interesting...and...Laura Neumann is still a communist SOB.
Take the Quiz, show how much into modern furniture you are. Make sure to post your results in the comments, and for HEAVEN'S SAKE be honest, there's no shame if you're just a beginner or if you've been tricked by fancy Chinese craftsmanship.
While I think nobody wishes for the uninformed, big tobacco, heyday of yester-year....that's actually a myth..but lets run with it anyway, we can all agree ashtrays for cigars and cigarettes before the anti-smoking craze oozed coolness. Take a look.
The first one is from my small personal collection, it is a Viking Art Glass Orb Ashtray. It is quite valuable and I scored it at an estate sale for $2. That is not for sale.
The rest are from etsy shops(ahem... one mine). If you are shopping for antique/vintage ashtrays, etsy is the place for you. Hundreds of ashtrays for a fraction of the price you might pay at a collectors site. For $100 you can have yourself a great start of a collection. Enjoy the hunt!!
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