Happy (Annie) Hall-o-ween.

Okay, Okay I'm sorry. I know that was a truly a terrible pun. I just couldn't help myself.

Take one man's vest, tie, shirt and pants,

Combine with floppy felt hat and granny glasses.

Add a plastic lobster and vintage tennis racket to create my all time favorite heroine.

And to all of you who will say that this doesn't count as a costume, as I dress like this all of the time, I say well la-di-da, la-di-da.

Pumpkin time.

Look mom, I carved my very own pumpkin!

Back to the old mill

Fall is starting to actually fall and this weekend I landed in Connecticut again, visiting sweet grandpa.

But wouldn't you know, I also happened to get a much needed sock knitting lesson from my mom, too . Dontcha love when you can finally move past a stumbling block?

The only good wood paneled walls to come out of the 70's.

Hand pinched elf goblets made by my grandmother in the 60's. So quirky and beloved by all, especially my darling sister.

Coming here makes me want to folksy/hippie up my house in honor of my grandma and mom, the ultimate hippie goddesses.

In my feisty teenage years I thought I'd rebel against my parents by going to an ivy league school and driving a Mercedes. Ha. I still want the Mercedes, but now it's going to have to be from the 70's and has a tangle of Navajo blankets in the trunk.

Sweet Virginia

Attention all: The fun has begun.


Please stop by our new project, loving tended by a Southern romantic and a New England tomboy for maximum old timey goodness.

China Blues, again.

I finally broke down and started buying bits of blue patterned china. I've always coveted of a collection of my own (see both here and here!) and this week antique lust finally beat out practicality.

I blame it on the new "great depression". The less I go out to fancy pants breakfasts, the more I want to buy myself little thrift store treats. I know, I know, I'm a shameless consumer.

I found this little 1920's teapot for $5 in Queens. Makes me happy I stocked up on Dundee marmalade last time I went to Trader Joe's, so now I can have a proper tea party.

This is the Wedgwood plate that started it all. Sweetly crackled and a mere $3? If this is wrong, I don't want to be right.

And the back of said plate..... Now I'm a dunce when it comes to china markings, however, I do know for a fact that unicorns are pretty. So based on that fact alone, I think this was a good investment in our economy's dreary down slide.

Next time, more fool proof investment ideas from me.... Thoroughbred race horses! Beanie Babies! Florida timeshares!

Elmwood dreaming...

Nothing's better than when a cute boy surprises you with marzipan from the best of the best Brooklyn bakeries. I am obsessed with everything Fortunato Bro's serves and I love that it's the neighborhood meeting place for hoards of handsome Italian grandfathers.

While Italian grandfathers are lovely and all, I can't help but dream of New Hampshire these days. Elmwood is so stunning when the leaves turn and I haven't gotten up there to witness it in years. Apple picking weekend is sounding mighty good these days.

Jersey treasure

Ta-da! The spoils of my recent rummage adventure...

Antique gardening books, plus a Lady Chatterly's Lover. A big, big, big canning jar and cheapo glass dome ($1.50 still markered!) to be made into terrariums.

A liberty print, peter pan collared vintage dress. My three favorite things all rolled together in on super combo. A pair of white, heeled tap shoes from the 50's that fit, my man and I are in the planning stages of a musical review and these babies will take center stage for sure.

I love florals on a black background. They reminds me of my very talented Aunt Trisha, who painted the most beautiful trays and furniture black and flowery. So pretty!
I have a bad habit of picking antique laces up where ever I go. I just can't stop and I don't think I want to either.

A "war mother's" flag from WWI. Mothers hand made them with a blue star in the middle for each family member serving overseas. The star on this one is made from indigo dyed denim, maybe from the soldier's tattered jeans. The blank music composition books are for a achingly talented nearest and dearest of mine.

Now Jersey gets a bad rap, you know, big malls, bad hair, long nails. It ain't all bad over there folks. By the way, did you know it's state slogan for a hot second was “New Jersey. We’ll win you over.”? How funny!

To grandfather's house we go..

My sweet sweet Grandpa Emerson was just moved into a hospice house and I am coming home from visiting him in Connecticut. Needless to say I'll be going up north a lot these days and will be keeping an eye out for all things homey and special to keep my spirits up (and yours, too).

When I came to my grandpa's house this week I was greeted by a happily jumping fire in the entryway. My grandmother designed the double sided fireplace so that it's the first thing you see in the house when you come home, what a nice welcome!

Also made extra special with amazing cat andirons with marble eyes (the other side of the fire hosts equally neat owl ones).

It's been a long time since I peaked my little scardey cat head down the cellar steps to the sluice way. As the house was once a mill, the "basement" floor is a little stream going the length of house, once upon a time powering the turbine, show here.

This is the little stream's source. My grandfather's property runs alongside this New England beaut for acres and acres.

I even borrowed my pa's hound dog for the country outing.


How excited I was to have the pup along side me was mirrored by how excited the pup was to find himself along side this local crayfish.

I love New England's skeleton of ancient abandoned mills and factories and I love even more when they are repurposed into something special, like this used bookstore, Books by the Falls.

I could have stayed in here for hours, it was everything a New England bookstore should be. Tall dusty stacks of classics with a sweet old man extolling the virtues of Emily Dickinson while tallying your purchases.

I snapped up a 1943 edition of "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" for $4. Goes to show if you plop me down anywhere in the country, I'll still be dreaming of home.

More rummaged goodness....

Here are some more treasures trolled from the depths of New Jersey.

Wedgewood china brings out the fussy old lady in me and heightens my desire to have scones and clotted cream for breakfast.

I know a fellow who is looking for some more tweed professor jackets and there was a whole tent devoted to handsome and erudite gentlemanly attire. However, please don't tell him I used the word professorial to describe him, makes him feel derivative, which is just silly.

I ransacked this antique lace bin pretty aggressively and at $1 a piece, would have been foolish not to.

The book tent was my favorite. Next time I'll need to bring a couple strong professor types to carry my armfuls of old hardcover classics, all for a buck. Left Bank Books, eat your heart out.

In a jumble of old kitchen supplies, I'm left scratching my head as to why I didn't get one of the many muffin tins. Would have come in handy for the tasty cornbread cook off I attended early this week at my Grandpa Emerson's house.

Cornbread and chili after a day tromping around in the fall leaves? Perfection, ladies and gents.

Rummage-a-thon

At an undisclosed location in rural New Jersey, this past weekend I rummaged feverishly. And I rummaged myself into a actual fever, too.

Just ask my friend Frances who has been my escort and guide for the past two rummaging extravaganzas, I rummaged myself sick after 5 solid hours of digging through both piles of magnificent junk and my poor weary wallet.


The junk was stellar, the prices were too and I was happy as a clam to snap photos of all of the things I wanted but couldn't justify in my already clutter life.

Antler carving sets are so freaking perfect for thanksgiving turkeys. They make the best accessory to an Indian vs. Pilgrim family dinner. Civilized but still savage!

If anyone needs to beef up their vintage globe collection, this is a one stop shop.

If I didn't already own no less than 7 wool blankets, these puppies would have been mine.


What was I saying about blue and white china collecting?

Great old rugs, too.



Brooklyn seltzer bottles. Lovely lovely lovely.


I was dying to rip the wooden frames off these old mirrors to show their pretty beveled and worn edges.

I'd got plenty more photos of found goodies and a choice few of the treats that actually went home with me. Once I can find good places to stash them amongst all of my other old junk, I'll post my spoils.

A big Thank You to Frances for taking me along with you twice now! I must add that she demanded I not include specifics on her little rummage. I know I know, I'm a horribly corrupt and censored member of the press. Sorry all, a girl will do what a girl's got to do to get a free ride!

Lovely Luddite

You know when you find a new store that makes you want to burst with sheer joy? It's kinda like the honeymoon phase of a new relationship, when you're all swoony and can't think straight.

Well, I am developing a massive store crush on the Brooklyn antiques store Luddite these days.

I adore this unfinished mother & child painting, however at 250 bones, I'm going to need to save my pennies for a few more, ahem, months.

And the shoes.... Oh the shoes....

The lovely Ginny Branch was my escort (or excuse) to go for the second time in two days. I am thrilled beyond belief to help her cozy up her sweet new apartment and please stay tuned for progress on that little project, too.



This is Ginny wrapped up into a Victorian medical cabinet. Not cheap, noooo sir, but very lovely and a standard price for the city.

Lord knows I love sailors and dolls. And the combination of the two is just magic.

Oh yes, I'm having a hard time with that whole "thou shall not covet" thing. And honestly, coveting is the best part of crushing, right?

Snug Harbor, Staten Island

The stars aligned and I finally got to visit Snug Harbor, a 19th century compound of buildings originally used for housing elderly sailors. So neat and weird.


All of the buildings are now a part of the Snug Harbor Cultural Center and Botanical Garden but maintain loads of quirky, ramshackled charm, peeling paint and all.


An haunted house, painted pastel. The door's even creepily open......


Yellow conehead flowers are so sweet and modest, I wish I could plant fields of them.



A sailboat peeking out of a window.

A little greenhouse, wild as can be.


The outbuildings are so beautiful and lonely, all with swirling old glass windows.

These nurses quarters are everything I could ever want in a little home.

The landscaping is beautiful and elegant without being too pristine. I felt like I was in Alice in Wonderland, going down the rabbit hole.

It's so wonderful this place exists in reality, let alone a short ferry ride away, I think I've found my new favorite New York hideaway.