primsong: (old school)
Garage sale went great - loads of stuff, a plentious bounty of customers and great weather!  Yay!  Bought one thing there, someone had a Zoombox projector for cheap so I got it to play around with. 

Plays a dvd ok, good sound but dim level of bulb so you really have to have the room dark for it to work - the dim and grainy effect was an inspiration so I fetched the old roll-up projector screen I had as a castoff of a school and set it on its tripod in the living room.  It's a late 40s-early 50s vintage and even silver instead of white! 

As soon as it was dark, we watched a great Buster Keaton silent film on the silver screen with popcorn.  Perfect. 

All it needs now is a recording of the ticky-ticky sound that the old 8mm projectors made.  Sense-surround!
primsong: Mr. Morton (morton)
The church parking lot sale I'm organizing is this Saturday, so I'm slowly migrating my massive mound of whatnot to the church building as I come and go, mostly squirreling it into my library so it isn't too visible beforehand.  Looks like I'll have maybe 7 people selling which isn't as many as I hoped for but at least I'm not out there by myself.

Just have to do the craigslist ads and finish up the signs... I taped old christmas tinsel to them so they sparkle in the sun to catch people's eyes, maybe I'll toss in some cheap happy face balloons as well to add some motion and color.  It's a bit of work, but it will be SO nice to have it done!    Also if we do end up moving because of the whole jobs thing I've gotten to do the first round of junk-removal with good weather.

Steve who?

Jul. 11th, 2015 07:25 pm
primsong: Mr. Morton (morton)
Went to a huge neighborhood sale that comes around each year here, always a good one with a going-to-the-fair atmosphere, kids selling lemonade and cookies, people with balloons, tons of people and cars. Found a few things, but the best part (I thought) was a young entrepreneur who was holding up a hand-lettered cardboard sign that said

"Get your picture taken with Steve. 25 cents."

I asked who Steve was and he pointed (with worthy pride) to the garage door where a most excellent Minecraft Steve made of boxes awaited pictures. Steve was flanked by a Minecraft sheep, and nearby were two Creepers, also made of boxes.

Of course we got pictures. Love it.
primsong: (zucchini)
Finally got our summer boarding college student moved back to her college which means I no longer have someone permanently installed on my downstairs couch and can sell it at last.  We have too much furniture, as I have a tendency to bring things home from estate sales and then keep them because I have kids that are at that "about to get their own place" stage who might want my extras.  Two couches in the room in question is one too many, so this one being the one the kids have agreed isn't something they personally want away it goes, I hope.

Main problem is it's one of those weighs-a-blinkin'-TON hide-a-bed sofas, even if it is in good shape. And the upholstery has gotten nubbly. SO, I figured "Hey, I can fix at least one of those problems" and went after it with a little battery-powered sweater shaver. 

Me: Yay, shave off the nubbles! Get ALL the fuzz-balls!  Woo!
Shaver: You expect me to shave an entire COUCH? Oh look! Nubbles! Om-nom-nom!
Me: Oh yeah, you can do it! That's one entire arm, let's go for the back!
Shaver: Om-nom...ack, spit, spit. This thing is HUGE! Seriously! I'm just a little hand-held sweater shaver! You know what a sweater is, right?  Om-nom-nom.... agggghh.... Turn me off and unclog me again, if you're going to insist on battling an epic battle with a mere pocket-knife you gotta give it time!  Okay, okay...(pant, pant). I can do this...I can....!
Me: Go, little shaver! You can do it!  Nub-BLES, Nub-BLES, Nub-BLES! Rah, rah rah!
Shaver: Om-nom-nom....

I still have two cushions to do but it's looking pretty perky compared to what it was before. Now if I could only attach anti-gravitational devices to it it would sell lickety-split.  I'll have to settle for that other form of anti-gravitational device called a "cheap price" or possibly even have to dial it up to "free" if necessary, but I'm on my way.
primsong: (jo keys)
I feel so accomplished, heh.  I'd picked up an assortment of old silver serving spoons and such at various garage sales and finally took the time to finish making them into a wind-chime of sorts:
Ta-dahhh )

This way if I ever get tired of it, I can take it apart and have a lot of perfectly serviceable spoons and tongs and so on too.  ;-)

primsong: (two)
I just love it when I find funkier than usual goodies for my vintage Etsy shop - this time it's an antique wind-up tin toy of a cat that is knitting - it's little needles go up and down and it has a wee ball of yarn in its lap. I don't usually go for stuff that's purely decorative, but it's darn adorable. That one gets cleaned up for sale, but the other two things are MINE all mine, bwa hahaahaa... I found the coolest space-age looking lime green lamp with a built in fruit bowl and a funky-monkey (as my son dubbed it) old decorative yellow and brown narrow wooden chair that totally gets to live in my house. This makes up for all the reams of old mugs, dusty tupperware and cheap resin trinkets from China that I have to wade past to get to them when I go our treasure hunting.

Also, on the Dreamwidth block party of LJ-refugees topic - I found a nice "starter kit" of links over here for anyone else who is just finding their way around: (many thanks to Kate for putting that together)!

Hello to my new friendly people - welcome! *waves*
primsong: (pimpernel)
Spent part of this past week hauling and sorting and piling and pricing textbooks and curriculum for our sale at the church - then today (and tomorrow) running back and forth answering questions and piling and selling and helping haul them to people's cars. Forgot to bring food and about passed out after subsisting on costco muffin for too long - silly me.

BUT at least they are being sold - scads of books and uniform pieces finally off to new homes. It's like the exorcism of the old school's ghost as last.

When I came home, my cat was waiting for me and all was well (I hadn't been able to find her that morning and was haunted all day with the spectre of her being Gone with a capital G) - life is better after Real Food and a bit of quiet and a purring kitty and a chance to see what's up with my flist. Thank you for being here too. *hugs*
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We've our annual fundraiser thing for our preschool with a huge spaghetti dinner and silent auction for baskets of themed goodies donated in various ways. I hope it isn't cheap of me that I've decided to make a Vintage Themed basket using various goods from my Etsy shop that expired without any buyers. Maybe we'll wring some cash back out of them after all this way - my favorite is an early 1950s bottle with Treasure Island pirates printed on it that was used over the years as a water sprinkler for ironing clothes.

I'm starting to look at vintage stuff very differently than I used to, learning to spot what has resale value and what is just junk, getting to where I can peg different eras by lettering styling, what type of plastic, etc. but I've still a long ways to go. But then, I'm not looking for "valuable stuff" I'm looking for old stuff that pleases me in hopes that it also pleases someone else. A potholder with smiling little daisy and sunshine faces on it, for instance - it wasn't 'valuable' or 'collectible' but I sold it almost as soon as I put it up. :-)

Bonus new skill from all this - I'm getting better at removing old stains from old fabrics without destroying them in the process. Sorta. :-P
primsong: (yay)
I simply love some of the stuff I come across at garage sales and such - in this case it's a computer hutch! It's beautiful and matches my maple kitchen cabinets, which is a Fine Thing as my comp is right at the end of my kitchen, I am sooo happy. We had to replace a couple bits but that turned out better than expected as well ) It even has a light at the top. Yay! I feel so spoiled, I would hug it if it weren't a piece of furniture.

I was just looking around my house earlier and mentally identifying all the stuff we got from yard sales - there's quite a lot, I suppose if I were one of those folks who "MUST have it new" my house would be pretty spartan (or I'd be in significant debt). Looks good to me - I'm grateful for my mom raising me to appreciate how used can be good as (or better) than new.

It's an interesting mindset, the 'new' thing. My daughter, [ profile] starbells, has an excellent artistic eye for clothing and told me one of her classmates admiringly asked her where she got her clothes. She said "Goodwill" and the other girl was both shocked and dismayed. "My mom won't let me shop at Goodwill, she says the clothes are germy."

I just have to roll my eyes. As if her 'new' clothing shipped from companies in China and handled by who knows how many people before her would be germ-free, lol! When my mom was in real estate for a while, she mentioned meeting a woman who said she wouldn't buy a 'used' house, only new because she didn't want to sit on a toilet seat someone else had sat on. I mean...good grief...

But then, germs hold little terror for me, and I love a good treasure hunt - plus now I get to hunt more often as my Etsy shop needs feeding, a nice bonus. Each to their own!
primsong: (yay)
Maui is truly another world. We have a big ol' hot tub at the back of my dad's store and you think we can get rid of it? We can't even *GIVE* it away. Seems the islands are awash in hot tubs. Folks pay to have them shipped from the mainland, then they move away or upgrade and it costs too much to ship them again. So they're everywhere, too common. No one seems to want his gas range either for similar reasons.

Free hot tub. You haul. I'll even help you yank it out if you come in July.

In other notes, we found the state claimed my dad's savings as backtaxes for a business tax he had been on a payment plan for. We've now found paperwork to show they should have only had claim to half that amount, they say the rest were 'fees'... more phone calls ahead, and vague, sputtering hope but not much.


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