Patsy would have been eighty years old today.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Estate Sale House Tour - Mitchell Road
I was a complete snoozer and loser on the estate sale front this week but fortunately, did get to see a beauty of a little house this morning. Thanks to Rae and Lisa for tipping me off to this gem of a cottage over on Mitchell Road in East Nashville. We only bought a couple of mildly exciting items but I wanted to show you the house. It was built in 1955 and had one owner. Those one owner houses are the best kind of houses to explore!
Here is a picture from tax records that shows the front of the house.
Look at that gorgeous variegated VCT! These are 6x6 tiles which are no longer made.
I think that VCT manufacturers are missing the boat by not bringing back these patterns, colors and tile sizes back. They make for a really stunning display. Many of the tiles in the basement have become damaged over time but it was all still so pretty. I love the aqua and white with the knotty pine.
Touring this house completely made up for the fact that I had only a couple of small scores this weekend. Though I DO kind of wish that I'd seen the sale that the girls warned me about - the one advertised as "a hoarder with taste" that according to Rae "smelled like vomit".
What about you guys? Hit any good sales this weekend? Do you have a stove with a view? - because I'm obsessed with that now.
Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha
I love the built-in planter box and trellises on the sides. I can just see roses growing up those.
I love the kitchen. The cabinets are in great shape and so are the original tiled counter tops and backsplash. I would love to know what kind of flooring was in here back when it was built. It also had the old 40" oven still - with a window over it. I can't remember seeing many stoves with a view! I think that would be pretty cool instead of staring at a wall like most of us have to do.
Here is a shot of the eat-in area in the kitchen. You still see a lot of these light fixtures in houses around Nashville and they always make my heart happy.
A close-up of that great wallpaper.
And the best part of the house to me - the original basement rumpus room!
The basement is really large and has tons of knotty pine. That's the stairwell that leads upstairs.
And a brick fireplace. I bet this place saw a lot of fun parties! I just realized that I was too busy looking at the basement to ever even look at that Christmas table. Something took ahold of me in that house!
Oh, and the original downstairs kitchenette!
Look at this super cute old Dixie kitchenette stove!
This was upstairs in the Den. I'd totally leave that wallpaper on the ceiling. Love it!
The Living Room fireplace wall. It has those cute built-in bookshelves and storage cupboards on each side. I've seen a lot of old houses in East Nashville that have fireplace walls like these and I think they're just the cutest things! (I would have photographed the whole wall for you but the cashier was parked close by)
What do you think? Do you like? This house gave me a really happy feeling and it was easy to tell that it was really loved by the family who owns it. The house has already been bought by a new owner and I hope against hope that they love all of the original features too. I'd love to see this one continue to shine like this. It had all of the original light fixtures, cornice boards, pinch pleats and more than likely, the original bathroom (which we weren't allowed to look in).
What about you guys? Hit any good sales this weekend? Do you have a stove with a view? - because I'm obsessed with that now.
Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Audio Crush - Sallie Ford and The Sound Outside
I love her to pieces. She's super spunky and I love it when ladies get their growl on. When I hear that song, I imagine myself riding an old fat tire bike around a small town and dinging the bike bell each time that the chorus kicks in. Singing along as my corduroy britches make that corduroy britches sound.
Do any of you ever picture songs this way? I have to have scenarios for my favorite songs. Did you see my mad awesome hairstyle in the aforementioned scenario? Yes, those are rainbow hair ribbons! Thanks for asking!
Sallie and the guys are currently doing a lot of U.S. tour dates and are hitting Nashville on September 12th if any of my local peeps want to go. And you can find their website here.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
What's Up
Hey y'all! I hope that you all are having a great week! Ours has been kind of crazy so far. We are STILL dealing with the flooring fiasco. We finally got our contractor to refer us to an actual flooring company - after a rather uncomfortable afternoon where we had to force his flooring guy to leave our property. No joke. Awkward!
The new company sent out a guy who actually stood in our kitchen and laughed and laughed at the job that was done by the other people. Which gave us faith that if he knows what a bad job looks like, he can most likely eek out a good job. In the end, the new crew is going to have to pull up all of the flooring that the other guy did, scrape up the glue and start over. Unfortunately, they can't start until next week so we're still eating microwave and toaster oven food.
Let's see...what else is going on? Oh! The other night, we went on an adventure! Someone reported that a guinea pig was seen running around in traffic on the four lane road near our house so the Mister and I drove up and down streets for a long time, trying to spot a guinea pig in the dark. I have no idea what kind of jerk released a guinea pig out into an urban area but I still have hope that he'll end up in my yard. Poor boo.
By now, Mister Kitsch knows that if I say late at night "Want to go on an adventure!?" that he should turn me down. He actually did turn me down this time until I said, "No...no! It's not a dog! It's a guinea pig!" He was all, "Oh, a guinea pig! Let me get my shoes!" Poor guy. He's been conditioned to my lifestyle. He didn't even ask me if I was joking.
And today, I saw my neighbor's house getting robbed! I heard a loud muffler and looked out the window to see a truck in my neighbor's driveway. I thought that maybe someone was there to cut the grass - but then I realized that the guys in the truck had cracked into the garage and were stealing stuff. Unfortunately, the police got there too late and the burglars made a get-away. There are a lot of daytime burglaries in our area and I can never get over how brazen the criminals are. I mean, these guys just drove down to the end of the driveway in a truck with a loud muffler, completely drawing attention to themselves - and then started stealing stuff. My neighbor on the other side ran out into the yard and tried to chase them to get their license plate number but unfortunately, couldn't get it. We got an excellent description of them and their truck though. It was a very Cagney and Lacey kind of day!
Oh! And gawd..okay. So, the last time that I had to call the police was last year when there was a strange man lurking behind houses. I literally awoke to see him in the yard near my window. So when the police came, I was barefoot and wearing a skirt, a huge wool coat and the worst case of bed head that I've ever had. It was actually a side ponytail circa 1984 with bedhead. Take a moment to picture that, if you will. Oh, and no bra. Because that's what I get for making fun of women on COPS who never seem to be wearing bras when the long arm of the law comes after them. I'll never forget standing in my front driveway looking like a damned crazy fool with a row of cats lined up in the window behind me. I'd become that lady.
Today, I looked just as ridiculous. You see, I had just returned from the store where I decided to purchase a new eyebrow pencil with this built-in brush thingie. When I got home, I noticed how great the lighting was outside and thought that it might be a good idea to try it while in the car. After using the pencil, I realized that I looked like I'd filled in my eyebrows with a brown crayon and that they were unnaturally thick and wild looking. Imagine Joan Crawford's brows if they were going down hill on a bobsled. Anyway, I chuckled to myself and went inside where nobody could see me. Mere minutes later, the criminals hit the scene. Of course, I'd completely forgotten about the waxy inchworm eyebrows crawling across my face and went out to talk to the police. I didn't realize until a couple of hours later when I passed a mirror that I still had on my faux pas brows and that one of them had sweated down my face. Mortifying!
I guess that the lesson here is to always be prepared for a police interview. Or for the media. Not too long ago, I rolled out of bed on a lost dog hunt and ended up on the 6:00 and 10:00 news with no makeup and nary a comb having touched my hair! And wearing that same stupid crazy cat lady wool coat.
I hope that you all have had a great week so far and that your natural features are firmly in place! But before I go, I want to share some something cool with you.
Wasn't that beautiful? You can learn more about the artist, Sue Austin and her underwater wheelchair here and here.
And on the flip side, go here to read about a surprisingly lucrative find for one young boy:
Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha
The new company sent out a guy who actually stood in our kitchen and laughed and laughed at the job that was done by the other people. Which gave us faith that if he knows what a bad job looks like, he can most likely eek out a good job. In the end, the new crew is going to have to pull up all of the flooring that the other guy did, scrape up the glue and start over. Unfortunately, they can't start until next week so we're still eating microwave and toaster oven food.
Let's see...what else is going on? Oh! The other night, we went on an adventure! Someone reported that a guinea pig was seen running around in traffic on the four lane road near our house so the Mister and I drove up and down streets for a long time, trying to spot a guinea pig in the dark. I have no idea what kind of jerk released a guinea pig out into an urban area but I still have hope that he'll end up in my yard. Poor boo.
By now, Mister Kitsch knows that if I say late at night "Want to go on an adventure!?" that he should turn me down. He actually did turn me down this time until I said, "No...no! It's not a dog! It's a guinea pig!" He was all, "Oh, a guinea pig! Let me get my shoes!" Poor guy. He's been conditioned to my lifestyle. He didn't even ask me if I was joking.
And today, I saw my neighbor's house getting robbed! I heard a loud muffler and looked out the window to see a truck in my neighbor's driveway. I thought that maybe someone was there to cut the grass - but then I realized that the guys in the truck had cracked into the garage and were stealing stuff. Unfortunately, the police got there too late and the burglars made a get-away. There are a lot of daytime burglaries in our area and I can never get over how brazen the criminals are. I mean, these guys just drove down to the end of the driveway in a truck with a loud muffler, completely drawing attention to themselves - and then started stealing stuff. My neighbor on the other side ran out into the yard and tried to chase them to get their license plate number but unfortunately, couldn't get it. We got an excellent description of them and their truck though. It was a very Cagney and Lacey kind of day!
Oh! And gawd..okay. So, the last time that I had to call the police was last year when there was a strange man lurking behind houses. I literally awoke to see him in the yard near my window. So when the police came, I was barefoot and wearing a skirt, a huge wool coat and the worst case of bed head that I've ever had. It was actually a side ponytail circa 1984 with bedhead. Take a moment to picture that, if you will. Oh, and no bra. Because that's what I get for making fun of women on COPS who never seem to be wearing bras when the long arm of the law comes after them. I'll never forget standing in my front driveway looking like a damned crazy fool with a row of cats lined up in the window behind me. I'd become that lady.
Today, I looked just as ridiculous. You see, I had just returned from the store where I decided to purchase a new eyebrow pencil with this built-in brush thingie. When I got home, I noticed how great the lighting was outside and thought that it might be a good idea to try it while in the car. After using the pencil, I realized that I looked like I'd filled in my eyebrows with a brown crayon and that they were unnaturally thick and wild looking. Imagine Joan Crawford's brows if they were going down hill on a bobsled. Anyway, I chuckled to myself and went inside where nobody could see me. Mere minutes later, the criminals hit the scene. Of course, I'd completely forgotten about the waxy inchworm eyebrows crawling across my face and went out to talk to the police. I didn't realize until a couple of hours later when I passed a mirror that I still had on my faux pas brows and that one of them had sweated down my face. Mortifying!
I looked a lot like this guy.
Can you believe that I donated this cookie jar?? Insane.
I guess that the lesson here is to always be prepared for a police interview. Or for the media. Not too long ago, I rolled out of bed on a lost dog hunt and ended up on the 6:00 and 10:00 news with no makeup and nary a comb having touched my hair! And wearing that same stupid crazy cat lady wool coat.
I hope that you all have had a great week so far and that your natural features are firmly in place! But before I go, I want to share some something cool with you.
Wasn't that beautiful? You can learn more about the artist, Sue Austin and her underwater wheelchair here and here.
And on the flip side, go here to read about a surprisingly lucrative find for one young boy:
Can't you just hear Veruca Salt screeching "Daddy! I want whale vomit and I want it NOW!!"?
I'm pretty landlocked here in Tennessee but have high hopes that I'll find one of those in a thrift store one day. Or in the back of an estate sale closet.
I'm pretty landlocked here in Tennessee but have high hopes that I'll find one of those in a thrift store one day. Or in the back of an estate sale closet.
Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha
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