Yup, this is my new Laurel Lamp.

Holla!

I saw this lamp at the large and kind of strange Estate Sale Company a month or more ago and loved it but sure didn’t love the price. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had never seen an all brass Laurel floor lamp like this and how I love brass and how I want a Laurel lamp…then I desperately wanted it to be mine.

We stopped by to check out the wares this weekend and I had really no hope it would still be there. I was looking up at the ceiling chandeliers and ran smack into this large fake palm tree. When I looked down – there she was – hiding behind a bunch of big dusty plastic leafs.

Well I guess after 30 days they discount items and are more willing to negotiate prices. It cost me a large Dr. Pepper and a few kinky winks and I got this baby in my price range.

At the same time I was trying to flirt my way into a cheapening a pair of Ben Seibel bookends ($60 each! WTF?) Maya totally scored an amazing Artemide Nesso light…like this one below but gray! It is in PERFECT shape and was a complete steal.

Ok – I just can’t help myself…

What have I always put on my “dream” list?

The Butterfly Chair.

Maya walked into the thrift store as I locked up the car. When I opened the door all I heard was MORGAN!

There they were. A pair. Vintage butterfly chairs.

Maya was sitting in one and said “I’m not getting up until you buy these”. We ended up each buying one chair. They were a bit pricey for thrift store fair…but its Palm Springs. These bitches know what they got.

It desperately needs a new sling. Caramel brown leather perhaps?

OK. It worked.

A vintage dealer once told me that sometimes you go thrifting and it is somehow magically your day and everything amazing is just waiting there especially for you. Well this Saturday was my MOTHERF*ING day.

Actually it was my friend Maya’s and my big blow out Palm Springs thrifting extravaganza before she heads out to New York – permanently. And we did it with a bang.

So I am going to parcel out the amazing things we found all this week instead of doing one big thrifty post. Seriously – they deserve their own space.

I’m calling him “The Magician”. Maya calls him “John Cleese”.