...I mean, it's getting bad.
All day and all night I am searching for mid-century furniture. Vintage dishes and danish...anything.
It all started when I was a kid. For some God awful reason my mother let me express my creative side when we moved into a new house when I turned 10 years old. Picture this, a bright lime green room with black lights, a disco ball and peace signs EVERYWHERE. And when I say everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. Peace sign glow in the dark closet beads, posters, pictures, band aids, t-shirts, chairs, sheets and even a pair of shorts with a sewn on peace sign belt buckle.
I was a full on flower child and loved the thought of one day being a little hippie.
(Funny that I end up working in The Haight district)
Some years went by and my style started to change. Now I was 16 with a boy short pixie haircut and a 1990 red convertible VW Cabriolet. I had my grandmothers scarf hanging from the mirror and the biggest bug eye sun glasses money could buy. Nicole Richie didn't have shit on me. I got a film camera and stayed in the dark room for hours in high school developing black and white film. I guess you could say....I turned a little 60's?
Either way, I was stuck in the past and apparently still am.
My collection of vintage dishes and electronics have grown in the last few years and I get giddy every time I find a new treasure.
This year I have collected:
A New birdcage
New cameras from 1950-1958
A new typewriter
A new lamp
A new suitcase to add to my great grandmothers floral one
New dishes from the 1970's
New Needle Point 1970's Danish Wall Art
New Damask pillow cases
A new mirror
And I've been eyeballing this mustard yellow mid century modern sofa and it's taking everything for me not to spend $1,150 on a new couch that I don't need.
I can't help it.
New Thing to Love: Vintage EVERYTHING!