Junk In The Trunk Vintage Market May 2016 (aka: I'm exhausted and need a nap....and a massage)

I made it! I survived!! I feel like I should have a t-shirt....It was too much work and too much fun and just the right amount of being surrounded by people that I love and that "get" what speaks to me. In other words it was a blast and I am now getting geared up and excited for the July Market in lovely San Diego, CA. As you can imagine I don't need my arm twisted to go to the beach in July! But here is the debrief of this fun market. First we started by lining up the trucks. Did I mention that I drove a U-haul all on my own? And there were no casualties (that I know of)

Then while we waited in the line of trucks to be guided into our spot, the interns provided entertainment.

Here are way, way, way too many photos of my first vintage market booth...but here goes it in all it's evolutions.....the constant changing was sure fun!!

I showed just a bit of DIY Paint to let people know that Laura and I were dealers and painters. It was a bit too hot in Scottsdale to do too much paint outside!

 A little bit of something for everyone. Those breadboards were sold out in a flash! Now to get more!!

My beautiful daughter Ricky's jewelry. She's so talented!!

Love these mini baking tins! They would look so cute in a glass apothecary!

Breadboards and Dough Bowls and Spools oh my!!

Stack em high!!

My fave piece is the sweet curio cabinet! The hit of my booth for sure!

Junk In The Trunk is such a busy market!

My darling daughter Ricky and I celebrating Mothers Day at the market!

"Speak Softly and Carry A Big Stick"! These ladies have it goin on!!

Thanks for visiting my market photos!! My next market is coming up in San Diego at Liberty Station July 16th-17th. More details to come!!

A Chair To Remember

I love chairs. Its just a fact about me. Like my hair is auburn. And my eyes are a greenish gold that gets very flashy when I get angry or excited about something. Like Chairs. There is just something about them. I'm in love with their potential. I get a thrill from the idea of putting a contemporary Donghia fabric on a vintage frame. 

Or the other way around. You too?? And they don't require a lot of commitment. Of Money. Of  Time. Of Fabric. Of Space. They are Occasional. Or Accents. They can fit in a corner. They are simply the most wonderful piece of furniture invented.

I used to have a chair policy with my husband. Yes, a policy. We had a policy because I couldn't stop buying chairs. I had more chairs than I had house. Something had to give. He determined that 9 chairs in our house was sufficient. In fact, sufficient wasn't a strong enough word. 9 was the absolute maximum (according to him). 

This is where the negotiations as to what defined a “chair” began. Because there are so many different kinds. Dining. Easy. Occasional. Accent. Boudoir. Office. Reclining. Host and Hostess. That's ok. He didn't think I was funny either. So it was decided. 9 chairs other than 1) Dining and 2) Office was the limit. 

Sound reasonable? Well maybe, if I didn't own sixteen. And so it was decided that I was either to “get rid of” chairs or I was to “rotate” chairs in and out of the garage. But the rule was....no more than 9 in the house. Period. One goes in...and another goes out.

 

You'd think that admitting I had a problem would have been a step in the right direction, but in fact it was just the beginning of my lifelong addiction to chairs. That was a time when I lived in a bungalow with many rooms and nooks and corners. Long hallways to nowhere and tons of corners and spaces to highlight the perfect chair. Now in the final stages of active parenting and the beginning stages of my nest emptying I've decided to streamline my life. Reduce clutter. Make living simple. I've downsized and embraced.....(gasp) contemporary.... 

So gone are my 9 chairs and I must live vicariously through chairs that I cross paths with in the outside world. I may run into them at market as our eyes meet across a crowded showroom. Or my heart flutters a bit when the truck opens at our dock and the perfect bergere comes into the light. Or I walk into a model home for the first time and fall in love. 

So here is where I will share it with you my dear friends. If anyone will understand, it will be you. A problem shared is a problem cut in half. Please indulge me as I discover new chairs that I can't have....I will take a picture and see if you share my vision. If not...maybe you'll share yours with me. After all...My name is Jen...and I have a chair addiction.