I’ve been obsessing about old screens lately. And when I start to obsess about something, I really, REALLY can’t let it go. I saw a project on line somewhere, and figured with my collection of vintage ornaments and some appropriately sized crusty old screens, I could re-create that online idea and turn it into a little Family Christmas Project for those who would want to participate...and they would have a piece of art that has a history, and that they also made with their very own hands.
The only batch of screens to be found were in Toronto...a two hour drive. I actually convinced JR to take a drive last Sunday to get those screens. Of course, we made a day of it with our friends and were thankful just to get away from all the craziness of life and visit with them without phones, internet, iPad, Facebook.
Mission accomplished...$15 for ten old crusty window screens.
Then on to IKEA. Not that there's anything wrong with IKEA. But I do love to pop in and see their amazing displays. But the more we browsed, the more uncomfortable I became. It's SO much stuff...the warehouse of assemble yourself cool looking low end furniture stacked a mile high. Definitely marketed to the budget conscious apartment dweller, I think. But it made me thankful for the stuff we do...stuff with a history. Stuff with quality construction. Stuff that's one of a kind.
I compared the price of a chest of drawers from IKEA : Solid wood construction, and not the best of wood or construction in our opinion. In fact, you have to assemble it yourself. It's a basic simple chest of drawers that has a cool look to it and might be just the sleek modern lines that you want. NO doubt birthed in a low income factory in a developing country then given it's fabulous Swedish name. This stuff is not made to last three years, let alone three generations.
It survived. And we gave it a new, interesting life. Lovingly finished with milk paint, painted detail and hand waxed finish.
|ellen j goods $325|
Well, we left IKEA and my purchase? A bundle of sticks. $15 sticks.
When we were going through customs, the border agent asked us the usual, and we showed him our purchase in the back of the car...our bundle of sticks.
Border Agent: So you had to go to Canada to buy sticks? They don't have sticks in New York?
We all chuckled. JR: I know, right? Can you believe it?
Border Agent: Well, they don't have Swedish Sticks in New York.
Border Agent: Make that Chinese sticks.