Slide to the Left for a While...

Dearest reader, I don't want to come off as sounding...how do I say?...superior, but you do know what a slide is, don't you? I don't mean a PowerPoint slide, but a real, actual physical slide? A special type of film developed and sandwiched between pieces of glass or plastic, them inserted into a slide projector in order to enlarge the image? Is this sounding familiar at all?

Before the advent of the digital, people used slides in a variety of ways. Do you remember that art history class you slept through freshmen year? Come on, the one with the slightly peculiar professor in which you barely pulled a C? Yes, that one! The professor was using slides to project all of those images onto the screen. Most likely, your school had a slide library and said peculiar professor would go the library and pull the images they wanted from drawers filled with hundreds of slides of works of art, each turning a rosy pink as they aged. If said peculiar professor didn't find an image they were looking for, they brought a book to the library and noted the images they wanted with a sticky note. An underpaid graduate student would use a copy stand to shoot the pages in the book with a camera (Copyright? We don't know nothing about no copyright.); develop the film; cut the film into individual images; crop the film with special silver tape so that only the images was seen and not all of the gobbly-gook text around it; mount the images on a slide; seal and label said slide; then mark the 'front' of the slide with a special red dot so that once inserted into the carousel, the slightly peculiar professor would be able to see all of their slides were loaded correctly. Who would take such a job? Moi. Mais oui.

And you, just sleeping right through that scintillating lecture on Merovigian fibulas had no idea of, or consideration for, all of the work that was done to make sure the image shown to you was updated, straight and oriented in the right direction. It was an art; an art lost completely with the birth of the digital. And you had no clue, no thought or knowledge or respect for the art or process. None at all. Barbarians!

Apologies; this wasn't supposed to be the slide librarians lament, it just all of that droll, meaningless work came rushing back. Slides were also used by civilians, especially in the mid-20th century. People took images on their vacation or other special events and then, usually with the ruse of dinner or drinks, subjected their soon-to-be-ex friends to hours of inane narration to accompany their images projected on the wall. Kind of like a blog, but in person...

BUT, since this was pre-PowerPoint where you can now arrange a slide or image with any whim, how did they make sure their slides were in order? (Finally, to the point.) Slide sorters! Now, if you're a fancy, scmancy art history professor, you had a large light table on which to arrange and rearrange your images in order to craft and build your lecture into something your students will be thrilled to hear in a dark room at 8 a.m. But, the average joe? Personal slide sorters!

These little objets are pretty amazing: most have no switch or button, you just place the slide in the sorter and a light comes on automatically, illuminating the image. No, they don't make the Mona Lisa six feet tall, but they did their job...and looked fabulous while doing so! The names and logos are fantastic, plus the shapes are like a 1950s Cadilac in miniature. I love them and want them all. I have one that belonged to my parents, plus a couple of others picked up along the way--including a recent addition from an estate sale. All fantastic, sexy little things...I even included some bootie shots for all of you über art history nerds out there.

 

Just Buy It

After last weeks little finds, I had the fever. I wanted more, knowing full well there was no room at the inn. No room in the closet at the inn. And definitely no room in the storage unit that is behind the inn where this is no room.

"That doesn't matter," I told myself, "You'll just find something small and delicious like you did last week." I was thinking something that could be tucked into a drawer or maybe stored in something that was already somewhere. I didn't know! I was just trying to justify it.

So, I did find something. Something that hangs on the wall! Something that, actually, is a spot where something else can go and hang on the wall. So, double brilliance. Right? Right. But, it was like $1.29 and I was cashless and thought, "Ok, I'll buy it if I find something else to buy also," not wanted to debit $1.29. So, I continued to walk the store. And found nothing. Nada. Zip.

Okay fine, I'll put the cool hanging shelf thing down and just forget about....wait. What is that, tucked under that table over there? Um...

That's right. A Heywood-Wakefield end table. For nothing. Granted, it needs a little loving care, but for the price? Not a problem. But an end table? Now reader, I'm not part of the Hey-Wake Church of the Rising Eagle, or whatever it is they call their cult. I used to have a 1960s H-W china cabinet, but it wasn't the collectible style everyone loves so much. I LOVED it, and it loved me. But it was nothing special to the collector.

I don't know, to me H-W always makes me think of late 80s vintage. Pretty in Pink sort of cat-eye glasses and big bouffants. It seems old-old fashioned. So I debated and debated and finally, just bought it. What the heck. I'll fix it and use it or fix it and sell it or fix it and find a home for it with someone who loves it. Someone with cat-eye glasses and a big bouffant with an altar to Heywood-Wakefield built in their living room.


So I bought it and the wall hanging shelf thing which looks great with the new arrangement of found art and objets in the office.

This started with just Juan-Carlos, a portrait that some love and others despise. Then we added the horse (yet, unnamed) and the little yellow owl. Mitchell gave me the trees for my birthday and they are from Home Interiors and I love love love them, but couldn't decide where they go. The yellow wall hanging shelf thing looks great with the group and provides a place for a changing array of little bibelots. Just buy it.

(That cat on the floor still needs to go somewhere, but one thing at a time.)

Madison, Thrift-consin

I don't what it is about Madison, but it is a thrifting mecca. Every time we visit, it seems we walk away with a trove of treasures. I promise you, with one visit to the St. Vincent Thrift Store, I could furnish and decorate an entire house. What a challenge! But, I could. And I guess it's strange, because Madison doesn't seem that big and its filled with hipsters and dirty hippies who you would think would be snatching up all this ephemera and driving up the prices (a la Austin, TX), but that isn't the case. I tell you, we thrifted hard, but the results were fantastic and I'm happy to share them with you here:

Jessie* spotted this gorgeous, faux-lacquer condiment set. She graciously presented it in tribute to me, recognizing how pleased I would be with the find. Would I do the same? I have given many a thrifting find to a thrifty friend, but I think it would be hard to convince myself someone else would like this particular item more than I. The set has a tray, three dishes with wooden lids and three little plastic spoons.

Of course, it doesn't hurt that it perfectly matches this mod little serving set I already own, complete with the spoon and tiny dishes. I love the diminutive aspects of all of this and of course, the bright, fresh orange color. (Thank you JE-K!)

She also snatched up this gorgeous Georges Briard cheeseboard! What an eye that woman has, perfectly honed from all of her beautiful photographic work. The tray is missing the little knife that it supposed to be attached by a chain to the side, but it's still perfect and I will use it the next time I entertain. If not before.

Before we started thrifting, I mentioned I was 'due' a couple of pieces of Pyrex. With Barb's help, we honed down the collection before moving to Indiana, but have lost a couple of things to breakage since then. You all know how it is when Pyrex breaks! But, I've been doing alright and working through it. However, I was pretty sure the only way to successful break through the pain and heartbreak was to replace my loss with new beauties. Voilà!

You can probably see by now, this post is really about completion: about finding objects that really belong with other objects. Not long ago, I found a set of eight, low sherbet dishes at the Goodwill in Terre Haute. I thought they were rather strange and can't remember seeing anything quite like them. Low and behold, three more appeared in Madison, Thrift-consin! (Yes, I had to say it again, I am too pleased with my cleverness.) Which brings the service up to eleven. I know there is another waiting out there...

...just like there was another one of these glasses waiting out there for me! Again, that makes nine (six in Wichita + two in Terre Haute + one in Madison = Heaven) and next time there is dinner, you can believe these delicious little fellows will be on the table.

Now back to barware: I have an eclectic set of bar glasses and I like to mix and match. The most complete set I have is six George Briard old fashioned glasses in a gold leaf pattern. Otherwise, it's a few of this and a few of that. So I didn't hesitate to pick up this lovely set of five, emblazoned with an Aztec calendar. Of course, they reminded me of the Aztec calendar incident at Michael and Ryan's house ages ago, but it's too long and ridiculous to explain here. Know this: party games that are based on absent host's peccadilloes only end in tragedy. The glasses will remain a symbol of that. You all know who you are.

Lastly, this little owl is a nightlight and just an amazing addition to the pad, with the bird cage lamps and faux deer heads: it's like she has flown the coop, but still watches over us.

The lesson: if you find something you love, even if its a single glass or plate ofrdish, buy it and appreciate the singularity of it. But, you never know when that one might become service for twelve, so also remember to keep your eye open--and remind your friends too!

*Jessie found some fabulous things of her own, but she hasn't sent the photos yet. Next post, I suppose!

Yes, I'm Short on Serving Pieces...

....it's all relative. What is enough? When do you stop? I have no idea, as I can't give up the thrill of the chase or the fabulous finds presented to me. The Terre Haute Goodwill is a goldmine. There may not be tons of things that I have to have, but there are enough amazing finds to keep me going back.

Saturday, I suggested we pop over to the store and see what was around. Mitchell said, "What's the worst that can happen? We don't find anything?" In the case of our diminishing storage, that may actually be the best thing that could happen. But, that wasn't the case:

Hiding behind some glasses and other items on the top shelf of the housewares department? A covered casserole, plane white Contempri by Paul McCobb. (He was better known for his furniture, but these pieces [produced in Japan] are innovative in shape and details. I heart them.) Around the corner? A matching open vegetable bowl.

I love this china and already have one open vegetable and a platter, so I was thrilled to add a couple of pieces to the collection. In addition to white, this shape also came in several solid colors (I have some sherbets in green) and patterns. Somehow, I always find white, which is just fine as I can mix my Eva Zeisel bowls, my lotus bowls, my Schonwald dishes and the Contempri all on the table for an elegant, coordinated look. When I want one. Which is usually for the holidays, mixed with silver. But, my next dinner party is going to be served family style in the Paul McCobb pieces: curries, rice and naan. Coconut ice cream for dessert. Who wants to come?

The obsession with wooden fruit continues. This is actually two sets without a nice bowl. BUT, some new varieties were added, including some vegetables: corn, an acorn, squash and star fruit.

I could not resist this beautiful painting of a horse. I'm trying to think of great racing name for her. Any suggestions? So far, I've come up with 'Josephine's Lament,' but am not completely thrilled with it.

Lastly, a wee incense holder. Ours is still packed away in a box somewhere and this one was, of course, a bargain.