In addition to living in a powder keg and giving off snark, I also live in a house, or more precisely a funky little shack. We rent, because spending a million dollars on a house is not in the cards on one income, and that’s what it costs to live here. I love our place, though. It’s quirky and run-down, like me.
I’m a collector, but not of traditional collectibles, or of the sort of thing that can get you on Antiques Roadshow, trying to pretend like you’re not going to run out and sell Great-Aunt Myrna’s ugly-but-weirdly-valuable cachepot as soon as you’re off camera. I like kitsch, I like ugly, I like everyday/forgotten/industrial, I like sincere.
I’ve been trying to focus a bit more, to build things like my bathroom Fish Wall.
They’re mostly chalkware. I also have a mermaid wall, but they’re harder to find at non-insane prices, so my fish-to-mermaid ratio is decidedly skewed.
This is the Wall of Presidents from the kitchen.
This plate doesn’t really fit with the others, but it’s a complete trainwreck so I love it. Bad font kerning! Bad composition – unless they meant to have Lincoln’s grave sodomizing the Lincoln Monument. Maybe they did, I don’t judge (I totally judge).
I like industrial warning signs. This one is too modern (obviously) but it’s delightful so it’s in the kitchen. People should know.
This one is by the stove.
I also like what I guess they call vintage schoolhouse, aka old toys. I was really into vintage puzzles for a while, and I glued the pieces in place so I could hang them.
At some point I need to get decent photos of my office. It’s in an unloved 70s university building which will probably have a date with a wrecking ball the minute someone offers to buy the university a new building. It’s an office with a door and windows that open, which is fabulous, but I had to do something about the blah walls, so I covered the wall behind my desk with (mostly) vintage game boards. It’s pretty sweet.
I buy this stuff all over the place – mostly garage and estate sales, but also flea markets, rummage sales, thrift shops, and of course ebay. My house does have a garage, but my car has never been in it – partially because it is behind the house and requires way more Extreme Precision Driving than I’m willing to attempt, but it’s mostly because of my Christmas/Halloween stash. More about that later.