I picked up this vintage soup tureen for a few dollars at the Salvation Army a couple weeks back.
Looks like it’s a Kaj Franck mushroom bowl impostor! Oh snap.
It’s unmarked and I haven’t seen a similar piece like this poser, but a great knock-off is always fun.
I love you. You are my everything.
My Verizon contract finally ended and now my little Copperfield (cause it’s f*cking magic!) is all mine. I’ve waited for years for this moment and I hate myself for needing your hard plastic touch so much…
Not to be a total douche-bag but are there any apps or other things you fancy folks recommend? Words with Friends is the business. LOVE.
BTW the Boy hates me. I have immediately turned into everything we despise and I am officially the worst person ever because of this expensive little techno minx. I bet the novelty wears off in a month…
I was driving home from a neighboring town last week when I saw some hand painted signs promising Consignments! Antiques! Rugs! Vintage! COME ON. That is my siren song – so I pulled over into this industrial enclave of warehouses and followed these signs with big promises right into this terrible import store.
Needless to say, there were no Consignments! Antiques! Vintage! but there were tons of Rugs! Actually, lots of kilims imported from Afghanistan, a smattering of Suzanis as well as a bunch of teak Pier One looking furniture.
I pawed through a stack of flat woven vegetable dyed kilims while two frat boys tried to sell me on the exotic romanticism of a faraway land. OMG – the prices were OUTRAGEOUS. Like $485 for a not so interesting runner.
In the stack I ran into this hand dyed / hand loomed blanket from Afghanistan. It’s lovely and super soft and I dug on the big graphic neutral stripes.
Iggy loves it and they totally match.
I love how warm it is…much warmer than the Ralli quilt.
Maybe it’s not a good aesthetic fit for the master bedroom. Too brown, perhaps? I’ve been dying for a neutral blanket in here, but not like depressingly neutral.
