Back on my BS this morning. The only good things were these geodes trapped in resin and turned into tables. Outsider art is the best. I also found an incense holder that in no way resembles a breast. So don’t even suggest it.
Is no one gonna mention you can have this copy if you want. That’s why I bought it. That’s why I always buy it.
The restore had several pallets of Armstrong commercial tile. Most of it was mismatched or only one box of a single color but they had a lot of black and white. My kitchen has some great mid entry vinyl flooring but it’s in bad shape. I bought more than enough to do the black lodge chevron pattern with a red border. I’m psyched. I’ll post an update in about a trillion years when I actually do it. In order for it to read as the black lodge I’m going to have to halve each tile so the proportions are correct. I’m bracing myself for my future self to hate my current self for deciding to do this. It’s going to suck. I already probably have thrown out my back. It just hasn’t caught up with me yet. They’re 65LB a box… But it was 5 dollars a box. 30 dollars to redo the flooring off a room is too good of a deal to pass up.
Please ignore the mess. I’m moving my studio in the basement to the spare bedroom along with some other major rearranging of the rest of the house.
Got home to my dog barf, and then she pooped on that barf so all things that equal measure
I’ve gone for it too hard these past few weeks but I have to jump on the beginning of spring cleaning for the good donation. The people who start the process of securing early often have the best stuff. It’s how I get all my walking around money. I need to be able to buy all the trash my heart desires both out having to work a 9 to 5.
I know the guy at my local architectural salvage that he saves the weird stuff for me. When an historical business or home is going to get torn down or gutted they come in a relieve them of their fixtures, trim and the like. They also take anything interesting that the flippers don’t want. He tool me to the back room and presented me with this crazy thing. So much commotion over a clock? Is it about modernity? Who can say. I am going to photograph it and get a nice tiny print done to go inside the doll house along with my other haunted paintings.
My favorite thrift store in the north bend / snoqualmie area was reasonably priced but has now switched locations and suddenly seems to be maximizing the pricing. Asked about the tube and the dude did the whole “these things are collectible now, I’ll have to get back to you on the price”
I haven’t been able to find out much about this painting but the basics. This painting is signed Victoire de Lacy 1887. The artist is a late follower of Antoine Watteau. A 17th through 18th century romantic artist. A true master. Like Warhol or Henry James he was either gay or ace as he had no known romantic partners. Unheard of for a French artist of that period. I imagine having all the head space sex can take up could be an asset when trying to master such a difficult medium. This artist does not appear in any Google search I have found. I’m guessing that poor (not a judgement) imitator of a master 150 years after that artists death didn’t garner much attention now or then. Thankfully I have friends with access to vast tracts of digitized data behind paywalls who are just as curious as me. It’s certainly why I was able to get it for only 200 bucks from a guy using an anime avatar who was also selling a catalytic converter who would have been right at home in an ICP hoodie.
Digression time. A friend worked at the library of the international center of photography, or ICP. She would field the occasional call or email from a confused Insane Clown Posse fan.
then, they call the CCP (Confused Clown Posse)
For anyone wanting to build up a good toolbox, I strongly suggest going second hand. Especially for screwdrivers and such.
Just got this ratchet screwdriver at a junk store.
The “they don’t make em like they used to” method.
Heck yes! If you have a habitat for humanity restore, they’re the best. You’ll have to go over and over and you can’t em go expecting to find a specific tool but over the years you’ll get a decent collection together
I want this so much but no.
Ugh. I really really want this but I’ll never get around to making money with it. The last thing I want to introduce into my life is the overly entitled jerks and their torrent of demands on my time. I’d just end up printing out fancier zines for friends until it breaks and never get it repaired.
think of the dog tags you could make.
The restore here has a deal where you can fill a bag of any media, records, books and the entire run of the sitcom soaps on vhs for 5 dollars. I have never seen it and know nothing about it. I’ll watch it while during the horrible task of riding my stationary bike
Soap is at least interesting from an anthropological perspective! It’s kind of the middle child of weird soap opera inspired (but not literally soap operas) shows, between Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman and Twin Peaks. It’s a good score!
Warning though: there’s quite a bit of some pretty horrible homophobia (and probably other things I’m forgetting)!
I was bracing myself for racism and homophobia. It’s so over the place in even shows from the early 2000s. I mean the golden girls started off with some and that show is still beloved. I think I’ll be able to hack it.
Just deleted my post saying this same thing, lol.
I want this so much! Racist native stereotypes are absolutely my thing. This one also has the bonus of being sexiest. Her pink tube top and loin cloth cum g string is absolutely sending me. What a treat, I’m going to offer 80. I apologize in advance for that innuendo but it could not be helped. I’m amazed they didn’t call it Squaw’s Sexy Revenge or something. What restraint the creators had.
Oh no, what have I done.
Growing up native and with few native Americans in the boarder culture to look up to every representation stood out to me, even racist ones. My absolute favorite was this Superman animated series. It told a story of a Naive American mad scientist who made a machine to sink Manhattan if the land wasn’t returned to Native Americans. I used to be ashamed of being fascinated by these objects. Note I accept them as an interesting and complicated part of our history.