First things first: we got some sub-70 temperatures over heeeeeere!
Booya. Bring out the boots.
I showed you what a mess our back room was last week, so here are a few progress shots from my week's work:
And here's the shelf that had all the stuff I accidentally gave to the thrift store:
I still managed to fill it up - and I think I like it even better now, so s'all good.
It looks super dramatic at night with the spot lights on:
See my crystal seahorse up top, how it glows with the light behind it? I LOVE THAT. And on the other side is a spinning light bulb things that turns from the heat of the spotlight, which makes the shadows flicker just enough that we're forever looking for spiders on the ceiling.
This week John and I went to my favorite antique mall, and barely got through 20% of it before they closed for the day. I managed to wrack up plenty of fun finds, though:
Here comes my most popular find on Instagram; so many of you pulling for my crazy office dreams:
I'd name her Nellie. That way I could sit on her with the cats and yell, "WHOA, NELLIE!" and maybe brandish a sword? and John would be in the background rolling his eyes and that would totally be next year's Christmas card.
Anyone who thinks antique shops are boring needs to come shopping with me, is all I'm saying.
Stared for ages at this resin sculpt: the watch parts are perfectly aligned, no bubbles!
No, I didn't buy it. I didn't buy anything, in fact. I've been building up my resistance to impulse buys for years, it's a finely honed skill. (She says, while trying to hide her craft stash.)
I later learned this is a Kamenstein World of Motion kettle, and Alton Brown used one like it on his show (I don't remember that!). I also learned that admitting you make tea in the microwave is a mortal affront to proper tea-drinkers everywhere, sorry, gang.
I realized after the fact that I could probably use this as a cookie jar instead of an ice bucket, and now it's taking all my willpower not to go back for it. (Oh, Joooo-ooohn...)
This particular antique mall always has a few of these, too:
It appears to be nesting. Pro Tip: if you see eggs, RUN.
I never did get around to repainting these, but I still adore these switches. Maybe I'll try again soon, try to make them look more like these.
That's Orange Tree Antique Mall, and TOTALLY worth a visit if you're around Central Florida.
Right, enough antiques, now let's have a little poetry.
What can I say, good bubble tea really moves me.
(Dangit, now I want more Boba. What are your favorite flavors beyond Taro, guys? I'm trying to branch out, but these menu choices are overwhelming.)
Sometimes I re-post your creations on IG, but then only IGers can see them, so here:
You really do, you know. Can't wait for V day. (Astronaut 'Bot! Eee!)
And my final "highlight" of the week: on Wednesday I got parts of my face cauterized, and the smoke went right up my nose. My first thought was, "Huh, that doesn't smell nearly as bad as I expected." My second thought was maybe I shouldn't be OK with the smell of burning flesh, particularly my own. I mean, that can't lead to good places.
This is why I shouldn't be left unsupervised with my thoughts for too long.
I tried to document my fresh boo-boos, but this new phone camera apparently has built-in filters and made me look like a cover model instead. [protesting weakly] "Oh no, how terrible, stop making me look pretty, iPhone, no, stoooop." ::snerk:: Of course, ever since this photo I've had to keep a glob of Vaseline on my open burn sore, so, yeah. SEX-AYYYY.
Aight, new week, whatcha got for us? BRING IT.