Party Like A Junker

I've been a madwoman! Not to minimize my normal, everyday, garden variety madness...but this is to a whole 'nother level! This is crazy spinning in circle chasing my tail until I fall over madness. The good news is there are very few humans here to witness it. Only The Puppers.. and he just looks down his nose at me and shakes his head. He better stay out of my way because if he doesn't he may get painted because I'm in full #partylikeajunker mode!! What is that you ask?

Junk in the Trunk is a Scottsdale phenomenon that you have to experience to understand. Check out the video! It's unbelievable!


September 2015 - Junk in the Trunk Vintage Market from Junk in the Trunk Vintage Market on Vimeo.

And I have a booth!! So I'm getting ready and painting and tagging and hauling and loading to bring you the bestest of the best junk!

Here are some photos just to tease a bit:

I will be outside in space 146 so come and visit me!!

SATURDAY MARKET GENERAL ADMISSIONMAY 7 @ 9 AM – 4 PM

Join us for a full day of shopping on Saturday, May 7th from 9 AM – 4 PM.

TICKETS AT-THE-GATE: $8

* Please note that the city of Scottsdale (Westworld) charges $5 per car for parking.

SUNDAY MARKET GENERAL ADMISSIONMAY 8 @ 9 AM – 4 PM

Join us for a full day of shopping on Sunday, May 8th from 9 AM – 4 PM.

TICKETS AT-THE-GATE: $8

* Please note that the city of Scottsdale (Westworld) charges $5 per car for parking.

Whole New World

It began about 4 years ago. Sort of like a hum.....which graduated into a buzz...which based on my actions turned into a full fledged roar. It was a desire to change my life. Not entirely...because I still like the basic creature comforts like a home, an automobile, food to eat and a Puppers to cuddle with at night. In truth though, I became discontented with my life. Call it a mid-life crisis, call it a gratitude deficiency...whatever it was although painful did start the ball rolling that would allow me to make some changes in my life.

I don't want to get too much into the whys and what fors but I have always been a workhorse. I might be considered a work-aholic. I might just have been dropped on my head as a child but I've always loved work and defined myself by my work successes and failures. I've also been very fortunate to love what I do. This life upheaval however prompted me to want to go in a new direction and forge a new path.

Is it scary? Yes. Is it gut-wrenching to leave my cohort and fellow trouble-maker and pot-stirrer? Absolutely! Did I spend the last two plus years trying to prepare for this moment? You bet your @%$!!!

So here goes it as I take a deep breath and leave my comfort zone and branch off to do my own thing!

Since I refuse to say/admit that I'm leaving (I'll still be hanging around but in a new capacity) and I can't believe my good luck at finding a top-notch "new me", the gang threw me a little "rite of passage" from my old life into my new!

Geez!! Do they think I'm going to the moon? Each handpicked goody came with a story and a lot of laughs. 

1) Crossword puzzles-For standing in those long estate sale lines

2) Bandaids (no tetanus shot included)-For those unfortunate rusty nail incidents

3) Sales Book-Assuming I ever sell anything!

4) Ropes and tie-downs and Bungee Cords-For strapping the junk to the roof!!

5) Glitter Notebook and Glitter-Because you can never have enough sparkle!

6) Sunscreen-For long days out in the sun at the Vintage Markets

7) A whole pile full of glamorous goodies like Foot Spray, Aspercreme and rubber gloves

8) Love......a whole mess of hugs and well wishes and warm fuzzies to carry into the impending days of the unknown.....

Look out world.....here I come!!

Intro to Furniture Painting Workships-Spring 2016

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.

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