Places, 2008

Queens, NY: Astoria, LIC, Woodside, Forest Hills, Bayside, Middle Village, Little Neck, Jackson Heights, Flushing, Elmhurst, Woodhaven
New York: New York, Long Beach, Williamsburg
Others:
Williamstown, MA

St. Louis, MO

Vienna, VA
Nashville, TN
Cave City, KY
Bowling Green, KY
Chattanooga, TN
Jamestown, TN
Asheville, NC
Raleigh/Durham, NC - twice!

Here's to more travel - San Fran, Mexico, Vermont (as a bridesmaid), 127 Sale, and more.

Fastest Sale Ever

This morning I woke up to the Fastest Sale Ever - I posted this book last night, probably around midnight, and it sold. Sweet. I'm putting in a vintage air mail envelope in the package as a goodie.

Clutter and Chaos: A New Organizational System

Sadly/scarily enough, I just hunted around for something I sold and needed to ship for the past *1.5 hours*. I store things in boxes and label them, but as previously stated room in my apartment is getting tight and I don't have the space to store everything in one place.

To never let that happen again, I made this list and will add to it when I add things to the shop. Oh my lord I'm tired. (Yes, I found the thing. In the box I labeled.)

Note the crazed slant as time passes and item still hasn't been found. Also note, vintage 70s cutesy clipboard AND vintage ledger paper.

Etsy swing of things - SALE!

Getting back into the etsy swing of things. Did a little rearranging in the shop - things are on SALE! - and added the lovely gold bowling pin.

{This pin reminds me of the wreath they put around horses that win the Kentucky Derby. }

Winter in Qns

Loved that pink car with the snow on top - but I made sure not to walk under it.

In bad weather, I turn to ebay

Because it's slushy and icy and all-around gross to walk outside (and catch buses to church tag sales 35 mins away in Randomtown Queens), I've been ebaying. It's turning into a scary addiction. My more recent searches have been for Miroslav Sasek travel books, typewriters (Smith Corona, Olivetti if I'm feeling extravagant) and wooden blocks. Help.

Anyway, here's a screenshot of one of the ebay items I won - it's from a 1964 map/guide to the city full of bonkers awesome pages which the seller cleverly separated from the book so I could pay um, like, 10 bucks a page. Whatever.

I l-o-v-e the midcentury illustrations for the different tourist spots of New York. I'm still blogger-befuddled, so click to enlarge (it's worth the time to click, I swear.)







Merry Christmas eve eve!

No room at the inn

Probably shouldn't off with a Jesus reference, but oh well. There is NO ROOM at the inn for all the junk I've been buying up the past couple of weeks (er, months?) because I've gotten heavily into thrifting. I live in Astoria, Queens, about 35 mins away from the city, where I work. Compared to Manhattan apartments, my rent is nothing and the space I get is definitely manageable. When I started living here, I was in a Zen existence - my bed, my clothes, some books, and this weird bottle of booze I'd been carting from place to place since I graduated college. I think it was a cheaper version of Peach Schnapps, but I finally got around to throwing it out this year. 2008. I graduated 2005, and acquired that bottle the summer before my senior year.

Ahem. Zen existence, plus some old liquor. Anyway, fast forward a year or so to my 2nd apartment in Queens, and I am jam-packed with stuff. Pyrex, old children's books, Christmas ornaments, vintage office supplies, ephemera (learned that junkin word this year thanks to thrifting blogs)...it's scary. This morning I woke up intending to go to 184th St in Inwood/Washington Heights (if you google maps Astoria to Washington Heights, you'll know how bad the thrift bug has gotten me) to get a big white Pyrex bowl I spotted in their Craigslist ad, but it's pretty gross out there with the snow we just got. (City snow is not as cute as country snow, fyi.)

So I'm in my room, sorting through the crap, trying to figure out what goes in the store, what will be turned into a future art-craft project, and where I can put it all without forgetting where it went, or turning my bedroom into a glorified Goodwill. Why did I throw out that bottle?