Little Stuart

True story... November 26, 2006

It’s 5:30 a.m. and we have finally captured little Stuart.  He happily rests atop a piece of whole grain bread in an antique pickle jar (which up until moments earlier contained dry cat food).

WE -- because this was a team effort led by Rocky (cat) with Pita (dog) and Shadow (dog) bringing up the rear.  The adventure began last night while we were enjoying the massive snowfall, from the inside looking out, of course.  On the telephone in her bedroom, Katie loudly announced, “Mooommm… Rocky has a mouse!” 

Despite Rocky’s attempts to catch and hold the fuzzy little rodent, he was so tiny that he quickly escaped the feline grasp.  After Katie tossed me a large plastic cup to hold the wild critter, the five of us ran in and out of rooms throughout the house in hot pursuit. 

So close so many times, but he eluded us!  Our evening was filled with watching the snow fall, checking the news to watch more snow fall, and keeping watch for our furry friend as he scurried across the hardwood floor. 

Finally drifting off to sleep around midnight, all was quiet…  The dogs were nestled asleep on their beds; not a creature was stirring, not even…  But WAIT!  The soft pattering of cat paws became louder and more deliberate, as Rocky once again encountered his new-found pal.  Rallying the troops, he soon chased through the dining room, into the family room, back through the hall and into the bedrooms, playing tag with Pita and Shadow and a not-so-willing little Stuart.  Despite my attempts to put this game off until the daylight hours, the race resumed several times during the wee hours. 

Shortly before 5, as one of the team members ran across my sleeping body, obviously taking a shorter route to catch up with his pal, I decided to join in.  Through the hall, into the kitchen, back around to the dining room, around the boxes (note to self: finish unpacking or throw this stuff into the garage…), under the coffee table, behind the couch and between the blanket chest, little Stuart was getting tired.  Not so for the team!  With Rocky at one end and my flashlight and cup at the other end, I attempted to carefully poke a broom handle between the couch and chest to prod our furry friend into the safety of the cup.  Without hesitation, little Stuart squeezed himself under the couch, turned around, and poked his twitching little nose out to see if we were still waiting for him. 

Another chase behind the buffet, under the dining table, back behind the couch, and under the fireplace hearth led our buddy to safety behind a stack of suitcases on the floor.  Again, with Rocky at one end and my flashlight and cup at the other end, I was able to slowly and safely move the stack away from the wall to expose a very tired, nearly sleeping, little Stuart.  Gently, I reached behind the suitcases and carefully cupped my hand around this little creature and placed him safely into the plastic cup.

Rocky is still waiting at his end of the suitcase stack for his friend to re-appear.  The other two members of the team, totally exhausted from the chase, are fast asleep on their blankets.  And hopefully, sometime this morning when Katie finally rolls over on the couch (where she fell asleep watching the snow) and is face-to-face with the pickle jar sitting on the coffee table, her screams won’t awaken a sleeping little Stuart.

GIVING THANKS

It’s not that I don’t have plenty to be thankful for, I guess it just becomes more apparent this time of year.  

I found myself complaining (hopefully to myself and not others) I never felt like I got my fill of summer.

Having grown up in Southern California, I always loved the heat.  Even though I’ve lived in the Pacific Northwest for the past 22 years, it seems like there were always distinct seasons... until this year.  

Sure, there were a couple of days in the 80s, but my measurement of what kind of summer I’ve had comes in the form of how many times I’ve watered the lawn and my rose garden, and whether or not I’ve turned on the fan/air conditioning system we have.  

Sadly, not only have I not watered the lawn at all, nor have I turned on any fans, I just noticed today that the Styrofoam protector to keep the pipes from freezing is still on one of the faucets from last year!  And the only reason I watered my rose garden once or twice was to soften the soil so I could weed the beds.

I started thinking... how is it that I can feel so young and so vibrant, but I have outlived all of my relatives except for my children and a couple of nieces?  Does that make me the matriarch now?  Gulp!

Then I remembered that my oldest son and his wife will be having their first child in April.  My other son lives a few miles from me so we can visit often.  And my daughter is getting married next June.  I have a second daughter and will soon have a third son.  I will be a grandma for the very first time.  I already have a wonderful mother-in-law buddy because of my son’s wife, as well as her sister and a son and daughter.  And now I’ll be getting two more in-law buddies next June.

And I am blessed to have the most wonderful man in my life.  He is my best friend, my mentor, my sweetheart.  He shared his incredible mom with me soon after we started dating.  Add to that a brother and his wife and family, and a sister and her husband and family.  And the icing on the cake are his two wonderful daughters.  One has a great husband, two little boys and a baby boy.  The other has a very special man in her life.

You see, sometimes we take for granted those things that should be so obvious.  I don’t care if it isn’t hot and sunny all the time; I really don’t care if it rains most of the time.  Well, I try not to care about the rain... but living here and enjoying the lush greenery year-round and the wildlife certainly makes it all worthwhile.

What a perfect day to think remember how blessed I am and truly be thankful for what I have.

I hope you take the time today to count your blessings as well.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Monticello Antique Marketplace in Portland, Oregon

This blog isn’t about SISTERS ANTIQUES.  Aren’t we supposed to blog about ourselves and promote our businesses???  Sometimes.  But this blog is all about a wonderful antique mall in Portland.  I love it.  My friends love it.  And I don’t get there nearly as often as I’d like to...

Last week, I was lucky enough to tag along on my boyfriend’s business trip to Oregon.  The first stop was a business meeting in Portland.  Even better, he prearranged his meeting at Monti’s Café, right next door to MONTICELLO ANTIQUE MARKETPLACE just for me!  That gave me an hour and a half to stroll and drool...  Oh my gosh.  Seriously.  Incredible.  I’ve been a dealer in malls for twenty years and I’ve NEVER seen anything like Monticello. 

When I came into Monticello’s, I went to the desk and showed them my camera bag and announced, “I’m going to take some photos!”

And the cute gal at the counter looked at the other cute gal at the counter and said, “Ummm... o-k-a-y...”  And I proudly marched toward the back where they were hosting their 8^th Annual Fall Event – The Fall Premier Show.  Camera on and ready to shoot!

Over a hundred photos later, I’ve pared these down to about a dozen.  Nothing more to say.  And really... the photos speak for themselves.  Make sure you visit next time you are in the area:  www.monticelloantiques.com

This Little Light of Mine...

Perhaps it will end up on the cutting room floor... and that’s okay.  It was the thrill of the moment... a little shot at stardom.

And seriously... It really doesn’t matter one way or the other.  Really...

We recently took in a truckload of new old treasures to Pacific Galleries in Seattle.  Although I promised I would just unload stuff and wouldn’t start decorating and displaying... I lied.  “Just a couple more minutes... honestly!” I protested.  “I’ll be done soon... seriously... it won’t take long at all!”  And I added, “Look!  I’m almost done!”

... and then there's the stuff on the roof rack!

And it didn’t... take long that is, depending on how you define “a couple more minutes” and “I’m almost done.”

Then this nice man and this nice woman came into my space and started oohing and ahhing.  Isn’t that just the best thing to hear when you have a shop or a mall space or a booth in a show?  I think so.  The nice man was discussing a really cool hanging light fixture with the nice woman and turns to me and said, “Is this your booth?”

I nodded my head “yes” and he asked me to tell them about the lamp.  I explained that I bought two strainers, perhaps originally part of a cream separator from a farm, with the intention of transforming them into a pair of farm chandeliers, of sorts.  I told him the toughest part was convincing Al, my lamp genius, that I wanted heavy duty chain, not chandelier chain.  “You know... the kind you’d tow a car with!”

Lots of heavy duty chain (weighs a ton!)

One of a pair

At this point the nice man identified himself and the nice lady... he’s Roger Hazard, the Designer from SELL THIS HOUSE on A&E Television and she’s Lee Christofferson, Executive Producer for Screaming Flea Productions.  They explained that they are working on a new show, EXTREME SELL THIS HOUSE, which will air on October 29^th.  This industrial fixture will be the perfect addition to their renovation of a house boat on a certain lake in Seattle.

To my amazement, they asked if I would be willing to return to the mall the following week when they returned with their film crew to film a short segment for the show... and to be included in that clip.  Duh...  And when I came in Tuesday, I brought my own camera and admitted that, although it was tacky, I sure would like a photo of all of them... with me (that’s the tacky part).

L-R
Celeste Glende, Lee Christofferson, Christina Kindwall, Patty Green, Roger Hazard
and taking the photograph, thank you to Kevin Johnson

So that’s my little claim to fame.  Not exactly Schwab’s Soda Fountain in Hollywood... but it still made my day!

SISTERS ANTIQUES at Pacific Galleries

I just returned from re-stocking our huge mall space for the second time in three days! Isn’t it funny how the bed of my pickup truck is totally full as is the entire back seat and most of the front seat… and once I put everything in its place, the space seems to absorb everything! How does that happen? Now I need another load!

Here are a few photos:

This is on the right side of our corner, looking up to the “second floor”. This is the biggest space in the mall. I hired one of the very talented dealers to build a four-foot deep ledge on the back walls with a staircase coming down the side.

Talk about a lot of white walls to cover! This was quite the challenge, but I bought a couple of huge drama school backdrops from an auction and hung them on one wall. They aren’t for sale just yet… what else can I put there?

Hmmm… didn’t look so cluttered when I was looking at it but the photo tells another story!

The other second story wall… still need more to cover all that white!

Coolest-ever vintage hair dryer with its original beautician’s chair.

These iron gates are sooo heavy! They say “Pine Acres” and were attached to an enormous rock wall surrounding a house on Pine Lake (Sammamish) from the 1930s.

Love the old iron chair with burlap seat and back (there are three!). Note the 50s RC Cola thermometer on the post behind!



This is absolutely the coolest antique mall! It’s in Seattle, near the stadiums where the Mariners and the Seahawks play. It’s always full and there’s a waiting list for new dealers. There’s a little (or a lot) of everything here and it takes forever to wander around and see it all. Definitely worth the visit!

2nd Saturdayz

WHAT A BLAST!  SISTERS hasn’t done a show for nearly five years and I was privileged to be invited to be a vendor at 2nd Saturdayz this past Saturday.

This is a local show held in Seattle at Magnuson Park (Sand Point) on the second Saturday of every month. What a group of wonderful vendors!  The camaraderie is unbelievable… everyone is positive and upbeat!  And the customers make it so much fun as well.

May will mark 2nd Saturdayz one-year anniversary.  To celebrate, there will be a ROAD TRIP!  The show will be held in Snohomish to allow for the 30 regular dealers as well as several who are on the waiting list to do the show in Seattle.

Amazing what great photos you can take when you show up on show day by 6:00 in the morning!  Sorry I didn’t include everyone… but this will give you an idea of what you can look forward to in the upcoming months.


Vintage cream strainer and colander transformed into hanging lamps / SISTERS ANTIQUES

And the piece de resistance...
I am now the proud owner of this fabulous vintage bird cage!!!

Further information on 2nd Saturdayz:

http://2ndsaturdayz.blogspot.com/

http://www.2ndsaturdayz.com/



Nighty-night, Santa…

Nighty-night, Santa… I will miss you… I really hate to put you to bed, but it’s time. You’ll be among friends… Mr. and Mrs. Snowman, the delicate strands of heavy old tinsel, my beloved crèche, the glass garland and the feather trees. I will lovingly wrap you in layers of soft tissue to keep you warm and cozy. I will awaken you in autumn, after the last few leaves haves fallen from the trees. You will be the first to emerge along with all the vintage boxes of worn glass ornaments, collections of Tavern candles, strands of lovely antique Noma lights, and the old felt stockings. Close your eyes… sweet dreams…

I always feel a bit in limbo after Christmas and New Year’s are over… it seems like we should be celebrating Spring! But barely into Winter two weeks, we have a long time to wait until March 20th, the official first day of Spring.

Maybe I can enjoy a beautiful chandelier to remind me of Spring.

Perhaps a bouquet of silk flowers in an iron urn will inspire me to start my garden on time – for once – or to visit the local nurseries as soon as the last frost has passed.

Then again, I think I shall take pleasure in the beauty of winter and wait for the next snowfall. I will admire the deer in our field grazing for sweet grass and watch as Canada Geese fly overhead on their way south. And I will continue to relish in the beauty and craftsmanship of this incredible bird’s nest which was presented to me after the last windstorm caused a large branch to fall from the top of our birch tree.

Best of everything to everyone in 2010!