The following two photos are of my neighbor Steph's space. She is the "Queen of the Smalls".
The following two photos are of my neighbor Steph's space. She is the "Queen of the Smalls".
"We have met the enemy and he is us", Pogo 1970. Seems that the Irish star of misstep and aggravation, Mr. Murphy, had a couple of drinks with Mr. Flannery yesterday.
Mr. Murphy, is the proclamator of Murphy's Fourth Law of Thermodynamics. Not to be outdone my such lesser luminaries as Issac Newton, who could only conjure up three such laws, Mr. Murphy, probably in an alcohol induced state of higher conscientiousness, proclaimed his own universal law of society, if anything can go wrong, it will.
Yesterday I could not get out of my own way, or Mr. Murphy's, in getting set up for the occasional sale. The erstwhile Duncan Phyffe coffee table which has been painted pepto pink, then Easter candy yellow and finally toned down with a slather of aged oak gel stain, again crossed my path.
Now this table is a $5 refugee from some estate auction. It had wobbly legs, sagging joints and a stained and unstylish top. (Not unlike your correspondent). I, for some unknown reason, decided that it had potential. Its real potential now appears to be processing it for its BTU's by rapidly converting it to ash.
I removed one of the two tripod legs, then glued and clamped each leg set into a nearly stable configuration. I painted and stained the table and the legs. For the piece de resistance I cut and glued a 1950's over the sofa print of a woodland scene to the top. This involved resetting my steel carpenter's square a couple of times because it was a couple inches short to make a full cut. (Now how can two sides be square and the connecting lines not meet properly?) After making the de riguer blood sacrifice, because this portion of the project required the use of a sharp object, I finally got the print to lie flat and nearly square.
Remarkably the print's October tones matched the pinkish-yellowish-stained brown finish of the table pretty well. I reinstalled the errant leg, using not just wood glue, but Gorilla Glue, clamps and screws. I left the clamps on the table and placed it in my pickup for transport to the Porch.
I disassembled the multi clamp matrix from the table and gently set it on the tarmac of the parking lot. I'll be damned, the table sat flat, level and without a creak or wobble. I was very pleased with myself. After only 200 hours of work I had turned this $5 piece of junk into a $25 piece of art. Then along comes Mr. Murphy.
It seems the that there is a proper direction to point the tips of the the tripod legs. One foot of each tripod must point to the other and the center of the table. This gives it symmetry and prevents one foot from extending beyond the edge of the table. In my desire to make sure that the tripod never moved again, I had permanently fixed one of the legs 180* out of position. So today, with my Saws All in hand, I will be attempting to perform a tripodectomy and rotation right here on my driveway.
Mr. Murphy, have 'em set us up with another round.
Procrastinator -- me? Nooooo. There's plenty of time. I am in my self induced monthly dilemma concerning setting up my space at the Porch for the occasional sale. The May sale starts tomorrow (which leads to another existential question, how does the May sale start in April?). I am in my usual dither about not having my pieces ready, not having my merchandise priced, not liking the way my space looks, not liking the pieces that I'm selling and worrying about failing to meet my personal standards or those of the shop.
The weather has been terrible, there is still snow on the ground from last Friday's dump. The tools cannot be found. I put them away and now can't remember where I put them. The pieces need to be excavated from my garage, but where do I put the excavated debris while the piece is in process. All good excuses. Most available and utilized in some form by me every month. The problem is that I am a procrastinator. Never do today what can be put off to tomorrow. Besides if I die between now and then I'll never have to do it.
I'll get my space finished today. Some of my stuff will sell. Some of my stuff will remain. The space will look presentable, the goods will look fresh and different. And I will swear that I will be ready early for the June sale.
I brought some more merchandise into The Porch in Buffalo. I didn't get much done. There is a pile of unpriced and unsorted stuff. I will get to pricing and set up tomorrow.
PS - These are photos of some pieces that are already set up at The Porch and then some at Second Hand Rose. I have nothing to do with them (which is why they're set), they just looked interesting.
The sellers were set up in the gravel roaded fields. The higher situated roads were bad, the lower roads were swamped and the dirt drainage swales on the sides of each road, that needed to be crossed to reach the goods, were quagmires. Many of the sellers were stocked with tractor parts and all other sorts of heavy metal. Trucks and tractors hauling trailers full of heavy goods over soaked roads mixed the gravel, dirt, and specks of grass into a cake batter consistency. It was a miserably muddy day.
Kris, Mike and I had a wonderful time, but that was in spite of the weather, not because of it. One of the few items that I purchased was an oil painting of sailing ships at dock. (Who else goes to an antique farm equipment show and buys a maritime oil painting?) I also bought a electric charger windmill propeller and the front cowling from a small Allis Chalmers tractor.
We got home, soaked, mud caked, sore and tired. The greatest indignity occurred this morning. I awoke to 4 inches of snow on the ground. Bahhhhh (again). I have had more than enough of the theater of seasons and just want a little Spring.
Very early tomorrow morning Kris, Mike and I are going to head to the antique farm machinery show near LeSueur. LeSueur is in the Valley of the Jolly Green Giant and the headquarters for the agribusiness. Its not that Kris or I are that interested in farm machinery, there is a huge flea market associated with the show. The past few years, Kris and Mike have not been able to complete the entire market because it is just too big. We are going to pack up my truck and trailer for our adventure. The weather is predicted to be soggy and given that the sale is in a bare field, muddy.
Mike is hoping to find a couple of old fanning mills. He cuts the machines into pieces and uses just about everything for a variety of shabby (but not foo foo) projects. The tops make interesting tables. The weathered lettered side boards with the names like Hero or Winner are wonderful in a number of made up pieces. Mike and Kris even have a Smut Cleaner (which is a smaller fanning mill type machine) in their yard as decoration. And it is handy for any smut that may need to be cleaned.
Mike and Kris promise that there are piles and piles of interesting pieces to be found there. They are also certain that the trailer will be needed in addition to the bed of the truck. I'll take them at their word, but 5 AM and "sprinkles" certainly are not enticing me to get up and going.
I was cleaning some smalls today getting ready for the occasional sales next week. I found what is one of the most foo foo plates that I have. It is pink and blue with air brush and decal flowers. Royal Bonn, made in Germany, circa 1900.
Buffalo Nickel (Donna) is a traditional antique store with a lot of shabby (not shady) contributors;
Second Hand Rose (Rose & Barb) the first of the occasional shops in Buffalo with a more cabiny, rustic and funky sort of edge to its shabotaged fare;
This & That (Myrna) 2 floors with lots of furniture and plenty of material for your shabotage projects;
Sweet Salvage (Donna, Pat & Tamera) in-the-rough and architectural salvage;
Barn Chix (Dawn) newly expanded shop with plenty of shabby and a variety of styles expressed by their large dealer base;
The Porch and Atelier (Teresa) 2 floors in the 1900 post office building, plenty of style with a French flair (and a bunch of Hogs in the middle of The Porch);
Behind the Picket Fence (Jane) general stuff with a thrift shop bent;
Three Sisters (Ann) two floors of good finds and shabby stuff;
Yesterday's Charm (Marge) great looking pieces in the old bait shop (but nothing fishy here);
Emmy Lynn's, kids clothes,
Lillian's, funky purses and accessories; and
Annie's Attic (Annie) another large traditional multi-dealer shop with lots of interesting stuff.
Maple Lake Antiques (Diana) is 5 miles west of Buffalo on Highway 55. It is a traditional mutli-dealer shop with good furniture and good deals (and more than its share of Hogs, with Russell, Steve and I all herding swine).
There are plenty of places to eat, a few to drink and most of the fast food chains to refuel during your visit. Hope that some of you can make the Sales in Buffalo.
If you feel the Earth shaking or if it comes to an end tomorrow you may blame me. I have been outside painting a rotten Duncan Phyffe style coffee table pink. I went to Walmart and had to select a shade of pink. Oh the thought of it makes my head hurt. I removed the leg that was wobbly and attached with the remnants of glue and screws. I pulled the metal foot caps so they do not get pinked. (I have always hated latex paint smeared on the metal feet of such a table.) I have put the first coat of cherry blossom pink on the scarred table top and decided that I may fill the table top with a portion of a Robert Woods print.
The yellow painted oak lamp table sanded smoothly and will stain up nicely. I left the crackly yellow enamel on the legs, so I think that it will have a dramatic look. The two small writing desks have been sanded and are ready for new knobs and paint. One will be painted pink with round white painted wood knobs. The other will probably go white with black knobs (or maybe pink. I'll have to test that concept). I am getting so excited about working on projects and not just shuffling items in and out of the garage between the snow drifts. Before, during and after photos, soon.