All the rusted signs, we ignore throughout our lives, choosing the shiny ones instead....



Sunday, December 16, 2012

Rust Never Sleeps

Tally after my last trip north, miles.
    I don't know exactly how long it's been since either of us have even thought about sharing on here. There have been a lot of beautiful finds since last visiting, vintage and vinyl. There have been many visits and many shows, a few drinks as well. The concert poster collection is growing to an unframeable size and the miles/kilometers are wracking up on the vehicles. It's been a GREAT few years and now it's time to share it all again! (there also have been some new tattoo additions!)


Vinyl Sundays have a special place in my heart.
   This fine Sunday morning I woke up (after sleeping in, which everyone should get to), popped on the vinyl I purchased at last night's show (Chris Velan) and made a yummy breakfast. Forgot to mention that I turned the lights on, on my mini tree... sat in the glow of a 4 foot tall silver Christmas tree covered in quirky and vintage ornaments (I feel every tree needs glass mushrooms). There's something about these moments that get you through the rest of the hectic week. I'm also sipping Timmy's outta my mug I bought on my last trip up to visit Miguette.



  Sitting here I see all the fantastic finds I've hauled back from Canada in the past few years... and I think about those I passed on (this last trip). I cannot wait to share these with you, from the littlest trinket, to an amazing album find, all the way to the best furniture score yet! I look around and see that every piece, every thing... has a story... nothing in my home was purchased to "fit" an empty space. Set lists line the walls, concert posters, old family photos, beer bottles (Pearl Jam Dogfish head of course) and even an old tackle box. If a visitor was to pick up anything in my home I could tell them the story that comes from that item, I can't tell you what I wore yesterday but I can tell you how I happened upon that art deco tea cup and saucer I have. It's an illness I have, I think!!  I know that's why this feels like home more so than any other place I have lived.




   Enough rambling for today. Time to flip the record and continue with the Lazy Vinyl Sunday.

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