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Turquoise Shmurquoise

If I had known I was going to quit my job and go back to school, I probably would have saved up a little bit. But I didn’t. At all. Since coming off  maternity leave in February I have spent every penny I made, specifically on turquoise-colored items. I have a problem.

I’ve been into a certain shade of turquoise-“vintage turquoise”-as I describe it, which has prompted me to invest in a 1960s turquoise rotary phone, a turquoise tea pot, a turquoise lamp, turquoise vases, turquoise nail polish, and several turquoise tees. There’s more but the list could drag on a while. I’m pretty sure I need an intervention and even my friend Tasha has tried to help me:

Me: holding up 2 of the same blouses Which one should I get, the pink or the turquoise?
Tasha: Um, you’ve been wearing a lot of turquoise lately, so maybe the pink?
Me: You’re right. This is a nice shade of pink too.
15 minutes later
Me: So I decided to put the pink back and get the turquoise. I thought about it and I  own a lot of pink, so I should probably get the turquoise.
Tasha: gives up, ponders whether to talk to me ever again

I do this every year: I obsess over a certain color then decide one day it gets on my nerves and I drop it. This is evident by the large amount of lavender decor in our apartment. We moved in last August along with my pastel purple obession I had at the time. Now every day I stare at my lavender curtains in the living room wondering if there’s something more for me out there.

And there is. It’s called put the debit card away and bust out the books. There’s grad school on the horizon, hello!!

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June 19, 2010 at 6:09 pm 2 comments

The Worst Was the Best

I got you real good, Suckas!

This week was by far the most challenging since becoming a mother.  I had no idea Week 5 of Babydom would bring so many changes. Aisland decided to change from a newborn to an older cat overnight. Literally. Last Saturday we had our routine down and I knew exactly what to expect from her and when. The next day she threw that routine out. Now she no longer sleeps right after I feed her. She stays awake longer, eats more and demands more.  Last night (this morning) she fought falling asleep until 6am. But she also smiles more, laughs more and when she does finally fall asleep, it’s for a longer stretch–which is nice for Mommy!

I was so exhausted this week I skipped over a bunch of things that needed to get done. On Joshua’s day off my parents were more than happy to watch Aisland so we could run errands.  Of course I have never been able to get my priorities straight, so instead of taking a much needed nap or writing thank you cards or going to the bank I went shopping then out for a drink.  Joshua and I couldn’t stay away from Henry for long, and we were back to get her by 9pm.

I made it through this tough week and I know there will be more but I have so much to look forward to as well. My 6-weeks-of-post-op-take-it-easy rest is coming to an end and at the perfect time. Spring is coming and I’m excited to work out the rest of this scary baby flab and hang out at the park with Henryloo. I also found another place to set up my vintage goodies booth. I’ll only be selling on weekends but the space is bigger and much cheaper than Sleepy Poet. I’m 3rd in line on the waiting list and while that can mean weeks or months, I’m still ready and hyped to go whenever the space is available. Yeah!

February 6, 2010 at 3:00 pm 1 comment

Inspiration: Vintage Stores

Source: WeHeartIt

Today I have good news, ok news, and awww damn news. A week after giving birth (via cesarean) I developed a painful infection in my uterus and had to stay in the hospital overnight for a 24-hour dose of antibiotics. Since then I’ve been getting better but this week the pain returned.  This time around the pain was more tolerable but not being able to hold Aisland for long periods of time was bumming me out. Today I saw my doctor and it looks like the infection has NOT returned…she poked and prodded me and said the pain was just discomfort from my uterus not yet fully descending. Oh silly Uterus! I never had female problems prior to giving birth so I don’t know why my insides just decided to give me hell. If my uterus was a cupcake, it would be the lopsided cupcake that had potential before being baked, then mysteriously came out half-formed. This whole ordeal may sound like a lot of drama but I’m just happy my beb continues to be healthy and my uterus-although a little slow on the return-is getting better.

In ok news: I was considering opening a booth at Sleepy Poet, the mecca of antique malls. “Antique” is a bad word for it because it’s more VINTAGE LA LA LOVE LAND than antiques. Most of the kitschy finds in my house come from there.  Sleepy Poet is 55,000 square feet of I’m-staying-here-all-day goodness and I want to be apart of it, dammit. Having a (vintage) boutique is a girly-girl’s dream but I’m not interested (read: don’t have the means) in opening a store so I figured a booth of goodies would be much more realistic. I spoke with someone from there today and unfortunately there is a very long waiting list for a booth. The waiting list is not first come, first serve, though–it’s more “Good Shit Comes First” and I would have to pimp my stuff if I want to get bumped up to the top. The person I spoke to recommended I set up a hypothetical booth in my house and take pictures to prove how great an asset I’d be. So we shall see. Since the waiting list is so long, it will give me time to buy the materials I need for a booth, like a mannequin, clothes rack, shelves, etc.  Fun, fun!

And finally: Aww, damn my heater isn’t working again.

January 22, 2010 at 4:49 pm 1 comment

Inspiration: Teacups







Source: WeHeartIt

Our place is too small now, but eventually I would like to start collecting teacups.  I think I have an affinity for little objects, plus teacups are so colorful.  I saw an “antiqued” white hutch at Sleepy Poet a couple months back that I thought would be a perfect house for a future collection.  But again, there is just no room to stuff anymore of anything in our apartment.

January 17, 2010 at 9:03 am Leave a comment


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