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Some time ago I was talking to a couple addicts I work with about their addictions.  One was pretty hooked on QVC and the other on e-bay.  They were telling me what fun it was to have the UPS or FedEx guy show up with "presents."  And so was born our little joke that "knock-knock" meant presents for moi. I have never purchased anything from QVC or e-bay but I like presents too.  Mine tend to be delivered as well.  I just never know when or what I'm getting. Last week I came home to find this on the door step of my studio. I was more than delighted.  It is really weird because this was the exact shape of chairs I had been attracted to lately.  Want to see the back?  Trust me, you want to see the back. Not everyone's style, I'm sure, but I LOVE it! I immediately took these pictures before I moved it inside.  Then I tossed a few thoughts around in my mind about who might have left it.  You see, this is not so unusual.  It is ho...

The lead in here is that I am admitting I have a serious addiction and it is not alcohol or cigarettes.  I'm not a slave to fashion.  In fact I hate shopping for clothes and shoes.  I don't adopt stray dogs or cats or hang out in the pet store.  I am not a traveler or a trip taker.  I rarely even go to the movies. Do you think that's enough paving the way with what I don't do that I can now explain my addiction to furniture?  It really is serious.  I call it rescuing furniture and that's partially true, but the truth is, if  I didn't adopt a piece someone else would.  Yesterday I had my usual Sunday morning coffee with a couple friends at a place that just happened to be a few blocks from a resale shop that is open on Sundays.  Now, to me that was a direct invitation to drop by. So without further ado, this is what I bought. Side view Back view, and yes the handle swayed me a little. The great part is, there ...

I love the ritual of walking a few blocks for my morning coffee.  I know it would be considerably cheaper to "drink" at home but there is more to it than the coffee.  Yesterday as I headed out the door, I paused to dead head my geraniums.  As I walked up to the yard waste dumpster to drop the spent blossoms, I was startled by a pair of orphans.  They were clinging to each other and looking very forlorn after a night out in the rain.  Their hair was tangled and they sorely need a bath.  Now remember, this is before coffee so I'm not firing on all cylninders. Unlike my blog from yesterday, I did not hesitate.  I scooped one under each arm and hauled them back to my studio.  You cannot tell by this picture but the paint is peeling and it's obvious they were a deep red at one time.  The wheels are in motion on what to do with this find.  They will reappear in a later post.  Let me know if you recognize them.