Junk Drunk Part 3

I sat in the driver’s side front seat of my SUV taking deep cleansing breaths to purge the intoxicating scent of junk out of my system.  I swear I could feel my head clear and glanced in the rearview mirror.  What is that in my back seat?!  I got out of the car and wrenched…

Going on an Adventure…

My mom and I have been planning a trip to the Galapagos Islands, for a year and a half now, and today we leave for our grand adventure. We will be going to a market in Ecuador, hike among the blue footed boobies, sit with the tortoises and snorkle with the sea lions.  It’s a…

Junk Drunk Part 2

If you are up to date with the first part of this post, Junk Drunk Part 1, you know that Junk Intoxication is in full force and getting worse… I teetered and tottered across the street (where seconds before, I almost got hit by a car)  as my purse banged against my leg, upside down…

Junk Drunk Part 1

I had been trying and trying to catch a certain antique junk shop open but I always seemed to show up when the doors where closed and the windows were darkened. The hours of the shop?  Whenever they wanted to be open.  The good stuff is located in an old house and all around it…

Junk Addicts Unite!

After writing about how our loved ones can better understand us as full blown Junk Addicts here, I received the best comments to that blog post.  I got to thinking about how many of us are out there and have decided that we need to call the first official meeting of the Junk Addicts.  Here are…

French Graffiti Table

In my mother’s house, in the dining room, sits a large, grand wooden table.  There are four chairs around this table- one for each of my family members. This table has been in this exact spot for my entire life.  It has seen me grow up, it has celebrated my successes, mourned failures and my…

How to Identify a Junk Addict

Sometimes I catch Mr. Old House Chic looking at me like he just doesn’t get the addiction of the antique, vintage, salvage and junk world. He is hugely supportive unless I ask him to do something dangerous/unrealistic or will piss off my Mama if I get hurt. A good example would be the request of…

Furniture Makeover Marathon

Every now and then, I’m able to use my entire weekend to prep for an upcoming market, work on custom furniture orders or expand on ideas that have bloomed in my mind.  This was the case a couple of weekends ago- somehow the stars aligned just right and Lady Luck was on my side- that and…

Antique Pedestal Table Makeover

My dad was a woodworker that appreciated quality woods- hardwoods.  Oak was king and almost everything he made was crafted out of solid red or white oak.  The pieces he crafted were so solid they could multitask as a piece of furniture and a bomb or tornado shelter combo.  Take your pick. With that kind of education all my life,…

Junk Shopping in Texas

I live in Colorado, but home will always be in Texas and don’t think that I don’t have a whole stash of junk shops, thrift stores, salvage sources and flea markets that I hit while I’m here to visit my family. There’s been some real situations involving bags bigger than me, packed to the gills and still…