Extra Extra! Rummage sale tips are up over at ReadyMade. We had an awesome time. Thanks to all of you who came out, all of the gals that participated and the Mister for being the go-to lemonade guy.
The next one will be here before you know it! This time on a Saturday, for real.
My puppy is getting in on the rummage sale action. He takes his role as head bargainer very seriously.
Scroll down for details. The items on the tabletop and two of these chairs will be for sale! Can’t wait ’til Sunday!
I’m over the top excited about our five ladies rummage sale. Even more of our girlfriends are pitching in, either to come by and sell their stuff or just drop it off and have the rest of us to the dirty work, but there should be a decent variety of items to choose from. My pile of goodies to sell is getting larger by the day and though it is super hard for me to let go of things, I know I need to edit down my possessions in order to function properly come Autumn.
I’ve never had a yard sale, and have sold most of my stuff via Craigslist or Freecycle when necessary, so I’m hyped to meet people, chat, serve some lemonade, gossip with my girlfriends and have an all around great time.
The awesome Diana of Fine Diving and Garage Sale Warrior posted a lovely write-up of our little sale and it made me even more excited about Sunday!
If you’re a reader of this blog and you stop by, let me know so I can spike your lemonade with vodka and toast with you. Thanks for reading, truly. Thank you.
No, not that first time. Get your mind out of the gutter.
I remember my first thrifting experience vividly. My parents had just divorced and it was time to update my bedroom in the house I grew up in, the house my dad kept after the split. We had true joint custody– one week at his house, one week at Mom’s apartment, and I think it was important to him that we start fresh even though we were in the same house.
This is around the time when my older, more fashion-wise girlfriends were already buying clothing at resale shops but I had never been inside of one. While my dad has shopped thrift for as long as I can remember, mostly for work clothing, we never accompanied him on his visits. On a whim one day after school, I pulled the cord on the bus a bit earlier than normal, getting off in front of a Salvation Army. All of these donations were piled outside of the closed garage door. I was tempted to start going through everything right then, but waited until the next day to head back during regular hours. I walked into that Salvation Army a thrifting virgin at 13 years old.
I remember my exact purchase. A huge heavy desk for $12 and a lamp to place atop for $3. Nuns worked this shop, and the sister helping me wrote SOLD with a heavy felt marker on a pink ticket and taped it to the top of the desk. It was thrilling to be able to buy a solid piece of gorgeous furniture with my own money earned babysitting horrible, wretched five year-olds. This was also around the time when my parents yelled a refrain similar to what I imagine I’ll scream at my own kids one day: “You wanna leave? Fine, take everything you bought and leave the rest here!” If I ever did really leave, I thought, at least I will have a desk. A desk my dad had to come haul home the next day, but mine nonetheless.
When I rented my first apartment I naturally sourced a lot of my house necessities from resale shops. Now, they’re the first place I go for everything. The thrill never ends.
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Color me happy. I’d never have thought to pop a plant into a vintage drawer. Looks like I have another item to add to my thrift wish list this week.
About the living room update: it’s coming along. I’m a little frustrated with the amount of stuff we have in this apartment and lamenting about that is taking up much of my time. I’m a brooder. So guess what? Rummage sale time!
Details to follow. If you’re in Chicago, I hope you’re free Sunday morning!
There truly are not enough words to describe what an amazing city we found Toronto to be after only seeing a very small slice of what it has to offer. We spent two short days and three nights at The Drake Hotel (which resembled my idea of interior design heaven) and did not travel in a moving vehicle except for the airport taxi rides. The five or so miles we walked ourselves to blisters in were absolutely perfect. I can’t wait to head back and visit the rest of the city.
My heart will always belong to Chicago but if the psychos behind the Tea Party ever manage to take over, we’re outta here and I know exactly where we’re headed.
First off, the vintage. The vintage! Tons of shops line Queens Street West, the block that houses The Drake. We were told that the neighborhood really took off once the hotel opened up in 2004, with new places sprouting up almost immediately. I counted at least six vintage shops in a four block radius and all seemed to be making brisk business. If you’re into resale, a walk down this street is so necessary.
Even The Drake is in on the love, with a General Store stocked with new and time-honored merchandise. I really liked the watch faces above and am kicking myself for not picking one up. Wouldn’t they be great as magnets on an old fridge?
Not far from Queens Street is Kensington Market, a fun neighborhood packed with shoppers and diners on Saturday morning. My favorite shop in the area is pictured above, the first where I actually felt like I could afford what was inside. I noticed the prices in most of the shops we hit were quite a bit higher than Chicago overall and was a little disappointed that nothing would be coming home with me. Except my creamer and sugar set from Sal Army!
The Mister happily let me drag him into store after store and didn’t say a word while I browsed and browsed and snapped photos. Thank you to him for being a good sport and letting me indulge.
So, we shopped, we ate, we napped, we drank, we chatted. Toronto was a blast. I can’t wait to go back!
See all of our photos over at Flickr.
Hello from Toronto! I’m posting from my iPhone so please excuse any weird formatting and typos! I’m going to try to attach a photo of the view from where I type: The Drake Hotel’s rooftop lounge, Sky Yard.
The Mister and I spent the morning on a long walk around the neighborhood and are now enjoying vodka tonics and Bloody Marys. This area is heaven for the design geek and I’ve already spent $1.53 on a Corning creamer and sugar set at the local Salvation Army. There are at least ten vintage shops in a six block radius and the hotel has one of its own, too! At least that what it looked like when I peeked in their General Store…
While on the walk, we discovered that there is a Cuban festival in the neighborhood this weekend and I’m so excited to put on my dancing shoes this evening! I hope everyone has an amazing weekend and if you’re in Chicago, make sure to hit up The Vintage Bazaar. Check out twitter.com/vintagebizaar for deets. I can’t figure out how to link from this app.
Have a positive Friday!
I should be packing for the three day weekend that starts tomorrow night with a flight to Toronto to celebrate our anniversary but I’m blogging from the back porch and thinking of an exciting way to implore you to vote for my house over at CB2’s The Selby Contest.
You have no idea how badly I have wanted The Selby to come to Chicago. I’ve had a “Selby Submission” folder with four photos sitting on my desktop for a few weeks and was thinking of a witty email subject line to go along with the photos when I got the CB2 email this week announcing this contest. I need The Selby in our place.
So. If you love me and if you love The Selby and if you kinda sorta like my house, head on over here and vote. And tell all of your friends to vote. And I will buy you all something from CB2. But know that you just might have to share it, and it may have to live at my house.
Vote, vote, vote! Thank you for reading Urban Casita. xxoo
Three years ago today… I married my best friend. How many people have written or said the same cliche’d line on their anniversary? Let me Google that for you: 5,900,000. BUT, in my case, it really is true. I mean, really.
Last night I asked the Mister where our external hard drive had gone because I have been very careful about not keeping much on my computer since the great crash of June 2010. All of our wedding photos are on that hunk of metal and I had been looking forward to going through hundreds from the wedding photographer and another couple thousand from friends in attendance. Since a big old grant is due on Wednesday and the Mister must meet that deadline, the external hard drive is in Hyde Park. So I spent thirty minutes going through boxes and boxes of crap in the closet looking for the CD that contained the originals. No dice.
Then I almost had a nervous breakdown and implored the Mister not to get into any accidents on the way home with the hard drive in tow tomorrow.
Luckily I found the Moo cards I ordered about a month after the wedding. So I took pics of the pics. I’m not a mushy mushy person so I will let some photos and a top ten list about the wedding– not the marriage, cause it’s the best one ever and I don’t wanna brag– do the talking for me.
Why My Wedding Was Awesome
10. It was on St Thomas, close to my first apartment.
9. Less than thirty people were in attendance.
8. We had BBQ from Texas Pit.
7. The Mister and I walked out to “Steppin’ Out.”
6. We had three adorable flower girls, one maid of honor and a best man. No wedding party drama! Except for when the Mister’s best friend read his portion of the ceremony from his Blackberry. I know you’re reading this CM!
5. Poolside at a botanical garden with a gorgeous view of Charlotte-Amalie.
4. My dad ripped a button off of his shirt while ironing and wore a buba instead of the suit he planned on.
3. We did a Yoruba tasting ritual, sampling bowls of lemon (sour), vinegar (bitter), cayenne (hot) and honey (sweet) presented to us by our friends. Each flavor represents the emotions you go through in a marriage and you end with honey to show how sweet it is, no matter what. (OMG I almost cried typing that.)
2. We had next day photos taken at the beach.
1. We got married a day early because of a big old hurricane warning; half of the stuff I wanted to get done didn’t happen, there weren’t chairs for the ceremony and one person almost missed it. All worth it; the major glitch meant I could blame anything that went wrong on Hurricane Dean and my stress evaporated. And in the end? A tiny sprinkling of rain.