Show above a shelf in my dining room. It used to be my living room and my Dad built us a lovely built-in entertainment center across one end of the room. If/when we ever move, I will be sad about leaving things like this behind. He is gone now and he built most of our kitchen cabinets, bathroom vanities, and the afore-mentioned unit. Of course, Kerry and I have built most of the house, too, so that will be hard to leave, too!
Well, I digress, as I often do. The shelf above highlights my eclectic tastes, shall we say. Two dollheads, rescued from from a burn pile, 2 mercury glass candleholders, hand-carved snake and wooden letter openers made by a friend, a butterfly that made it's way into the garage and didn't make it out(died from the heat, I guess),bird feathers, small vintage business card for a Hitchcock Lamp available at J.H. Hedenburg's in Brooklyn, and a lovely little bust.
I love little things like this. Too much, I guess.
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This cracks me up. We are two of a kind. My shelves have books stacked two deep and thingamajics (photos, china bits, collections) in front of them. Incorrigible. And not terribly unapologetic!
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