Last Friday I spent nearly an entire day,
very leisurely + very happily filling this:
That’s my old sorter ($50!) that I bought in the early 90’s
for my retail store, Heart-in-Hand.
Believe it or not, this is the very first time I’ve used it inside my home.
Here ’tis now:
My goal was to use it to display my books.
Since many of them have been in boxes for a while
(prepping for the big move, don’tcha know),
I honestly didn’t remember if I had enough to fill those shelves!
(G.O. + I collaborated on making that sign for my current biz.)
Anyway, back to my books — turns out I was pleasantly surprised.
I think my sorter looks just great + nicely full!
I left room for some of my classic décor magazines —
some neatly stacked on shelves + others inside this old box of mine.
(That retail store of mine was in Oregon, Illinois,
only about 20 minutes southwest of Rockford in the NW part of the state.)
I stacked my books in categories,
which is part of the reason the job took most of the day.
Here are some of my beloved décor books:
Here are some of my show biz books:
I had to buy that cute Oscar statuette souvenir on my first visit to L.A.
My beloved grandson was only about 3 or 4 at the time,
so chances were he wouldn’t grasp the meaning of his Oscar.
Now that he’s 10, maybe he’d like to have this for his own room!
Since one of my goals is to go a tad less-is-more in our Dutch colonial,
I fretted about filling all those cubbies:
I have chosen mostly old, or vintage, things,
many of which were gifts from some of my very best friends.
This funny pair of Dachshund salt + pepper shakers
were a “just because” gift from my friend, Doris Shull:
Oh, gosh — remember ash trays?
My mom was given a set of 3 of these mallards by her mother.
Seems to me that, for good luck, that duck should point in a certain direction.
I’ve forgotten which, so I’ll have to ask my sisters.
Here’s the foul ball that our dad caught at a Cardinals game
when we were just kids — late 50’s? Early 60’s?
He can’t remember which year, sadly, nor who hit it,
but it’s still very precious to me.
My friend, Alan, gave me the Dachshund planter,
+ that pretty tan pitcher was from my grandmother I mentioned just now.
How I love the wonderful patina of my sorter’s original gray paint,
and how great it looks in our living room!