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Yearly Archives: 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
 While our home is continually tweaked and edited along the way, our small art wall – trailing up the left side of our front door – tends to get the most fussing. Our addiction to sweet, tiny trinkets has been carefully curated (hi, fancy pants), and alongside favorites picked up from fleas and fairs are…
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Thursday, September 22, 2011
 We knew the light we found during the Renegade sidewalk sale needed a heavy spit shine in a bad way. (Not that the sale and the show went hand in hand, rather, it was a happy coincidence.) It was dusty (easy enough), dingy, and (boo) rusty. For 5 dollars, I really didn’t care. The pretty,…
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011
 While we could have easily spent mucho, mucho dinero at the Vintage Bazaar on Sunday, we actually managed to spend less than $20. Here’s how it broke down (and whoa, major pun just thrown in, too): a $10 vase, a $1 record, and an $8 pie. The pie was worth every cent, thank you. When…
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Monday, September 19, 2011
 You may remember last year when we hit up the first annual Vintage Bazaar in our ‘hood’s music venue, The Congress Theater. Well, the 2011 edition was yesterday, and it was awesome. Same place; same time. Everything from Herman Miller chairs to old bowling pins, prints, letterpress, and pre-made terrariums were represented. We even bore witness to the debut…
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Friday, September 16, 2011
 A few days ago, I received this email from reader Ashley: I just noticed the yellow horse in your cross stitch post. Pretty sure I have the same one in the same color. My grandmother’s mother gave it to my grandmother on her 21st birthday (weird gift I know) but I asked my grandmother if…
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Wednesday, September 14, 2011
 Happy, happy birthday to… us! This week, our little ol’ Pet Shop turns one year old. We can hardly believe it ourselves, as we’ve created hundreds of pint-sized portraits in the last year alone. Forgive me if I’m a bit misty eyed at the so-called party. I’ll cry if I want to; you’ve made this…
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