The thing I love about San Francisco is that there’s never a dull moment here. Sure, it’s a quiet city compared to many of the big guns, but what makes me fall in love with the city over and over again is the endless array of insanely gorgeous yet non-intimidating stores you can find in any neighborhood. This one happens to be in mine.
It’s Sun-DIY, folks. Time to bust out the staple gun. For this project, I’m combining my affection for all things Mid-Century modern and my Linsanity for Southwestern, folksy, tribal textiles.
I’m thinking this will be a regular thing for my blog, because it gives me another excuse to
indulge in my obsession treasure hunt. It’s a looney tunes habit disguised as motivation for fresh content. I know you see right through me. But here’s how *I* see it: when I hear from readers who get inspired to thrift at this very store, I feel gratified and it only encourages my behavior. So deal with it. You might actually score something.
When does it end? You know, that seemingly incurable urge to possess more and more material things? I’m convinced that I’ll take it to my grave. Until then, my wish list is constantly evolving for the hotties that I want but refuse to acquire due to dangerous hoarding tendencies and my quest for material detachment. (Those who know me personally, I can see you rolling your eyes and laughing. It ain’t helping.)
If you asked my Prince Charming, he’d say I’d rather DIY another day.
Once upon a time, this was delivered to our front door. Six of them, to be accurate.
How friggin’ great is this?
I admit to having hoarding tendencies. I’ve made references to my problem a few times throughout my blog. One of the reasons why I have such a hard time letting go of my possessions is the emotional attachment I develop for them because I think that every single piece I own is special. Garage sales? Gah. Only if you’re okay with random peeps picking through your stuff and offering what amounts to nothing for your beloved goods. Craigslist? Weirdo alert. Ebay? Who has the time to deal with the process? Continue reading
Talk about a kid in a candy store.
This gave me my sugar fix for a lifetime. Continue reading
After woefully neglecting the Dux finds for a few years, I decided it was time for a resuscitation rally. With the help of my partner-in-crime, my brother’s sander, and a lot of patience, I slowly witnessed their rebirth.
While waiting for stain layers to dry, I dug deeper into the history of the chairs and discovered they were designed by a gentleman named Folke Ohlsson who worked on these chairs in nearby Burlingame during the late 50’s. Continue reading
Christmas, 2002. My family and I decided to spend a few days in Napa. We found a quaint little cottage near downtown and I immediately set out in search of the closest thrift store. To my delight, a Salvation Army was just around the corner. Continue reading