My thrift store/fleamarket/trash picking addiction continues in the new year in full blown force.
I got this shrine at the flea market for $15 and was beside myself with excitement. I'm not Catholic, but perhaps I have Catholic tastes. It is St. Anthony holding a child and the words "Ora Pro Noblis"--I think it means "Pray for Us"--are shaped in the metal work beneath the statue. I've always been fascinated by the ritual and restrictions of Catholicism, not to mention confession. I love the idea of confession! I'm a spiller by nature and would probably create a backlog at the confession booth, hogging all the priest's time. They'd have to use a timer with me, I think. Alas, though, I'm a good heathen at heart. I do have relatives who are Catholics and as a child went with them to church once. It seemed so strange and exotic to me, being raised a Southern Presbyterian.
And here is another 1950's chair I couldn't keep my mitts off. This spring I plan to clean it up and make new seat covers. If I can convince Sadie to let me take her crib out of her room (and she tells me I won't, that she plans to sleep there until she is 15), I would like to put it in her room so she can read and rock. It's actually quite comfortable
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