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Showing posts with label Main Line. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Main Line. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Chair Love On The Main Line, and an Estate Sale Find


If you read yesterday's post about the estate sale at the 1806 house -- the one being demolished -- you know we didn't get the plates I'd gone back for, but ... we did get this:


An actual period an-tee-cue!  A cherry stand, with tiger maple drawer front.
Lovely wood, handcut dovetail joints, nice light Sheraton style turnings.  Love.
And a good buy in the last hour of the sale!

Not cleaned up yet.  And yes, it's got a few issues. 
I don't know why, but I like burn marks on antiques.
Makes me wonder about the husband who got scolded for it!  :-)

Miss Gilda Von Tease says, Excuse me, but why are you photographing
some old table, when I am right here, posing?
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At another estate sale, we picked up a lovely matelasse bed coverlet, with two shams,
and a bedskirt, for ten bucks.  I'd show you, but it's downstairs in the laundry area.
Also known as The Dungeon.  I don't do The Dungeon unless I have to.

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On Monday, S-I-L Phyllis and I ventured to Philadelphia's swanky
Main Line neighborhood, to take a look at some Craigslist chairs.
Not surprisingly, they came home with us.

Two of these:


Oh I do love these chairs.
They look like chubby little ladies, don't they?
Spaniel approved.


Then, there were these two, and they also came home with us.

Nice carvings.  On all 4 chairs.
They are clustered around the sunroom table now,
but they can easily pinch-hit in the dining room.  Useful.


One fly in the ointment -- I had to take a table along
with the four chairs.  It's a square tile-topped table,
and Dylan DiPoochy says if you can look past his gloriousness,
you can see it leaning up against the walnut cupboard in our kitchen.
Sometimes when you do Craigslist or eBay or
do other thrifting, you end up with excess stuff.
This is a perfectly fine table, but we don't need it.
I stopped at Goodwill to donate it, on the way hone,
but Goodwill's reception center was not open.
Turns out, that was okay.
Howard says he can use it in The Dungeon.  Works for me.
As long as I don't have to go downstairs and visit it ...  Cass

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Monday, November 10, 2014

A Craigslist Jaunt to Pennsylvania


As I've said before, North Jersey Craigslist
nearly always comes through for me.
But this time, it's the Philadelphia CL that
is luring me thither (good word!) with 4 chairs.

Said chairs are destined for our conservatory, 
to go 'round the old oak table.
Because it seriously needs some chair love.
I have been looking for a long time; I thought I'd found
the ones last year, but Howard hates them.

Back on the prowl.

A very nice lady who lives on Philly's Main Line
is selling two of these chairs:

And two of these chairs:

I like them.
Once again, like the coffee table we recently bought,
they are not what I was looking for.

But they leaped out from the pages of Craigslist, and, 
as my Mom used to say, they licked my hand.
I kind of hated when she used that phrase, but now I know what she meant.


I hope, when I see them, that I like them.
Because I can't wait to plop them around this table.
Keep your fingers crossed that they get the Howard seal of approval.

My sister-in-law Phyllis is joining me again today, so it's into
the Big Blue Minivan we'll go, for the wilds of Pennsylvania.
Yes, because the Main Line is so wild and wooly....

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On Saturday, this past weekend, Howard and I went back to the
farmhouse estate sale Phyllis and I had gone to on Friday.  
We got something lovely, but we came
away with heavy hearts, and I am still haunted.
Full story tomorrow....
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Wish us luck with today's Craigslist adventure!
There's always that exhilarating risk of ending up in
someone's basement chest freezer, but Phyllis always has her
knitting needles with her, and knows how to use them.  I think we're safe.
Cass