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Dining Room Chairs-Finally

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Fri, 05 Apr 2019 18:07:00 +0000

In November, 2017 I wrote about the retro, Target butter dish and how we didn't have any dining room chairs. Well, a year and a half later...drumroll...we now have two! Here is one of them. They are identical twins, so just use your imagination. And I guess, as with many identical twins, there are small differences that give away who is who; (I read somewhere that 'whom' may soon be going the way of the Do-Do and good riddance.

In this situation, I can tell the chairs apart as soon as I sit on them. One of them (Let's call her "goody-two-shoes") reacts like one would expect a chair to act, in that when your butt hits the seat...you're sitting. The other one (Let's call her, "The Black Sheep"), reacts by giving way to over plushy-lack-of-firmness needed to provide comfortable sitting posture.

I shouldn't complain because we found them on the side of the road. I don't think I can rightly claim dumpster-diving street cred because technically they were not in the dumpster, but in front of the dumpster. And it wasn't me who got out and Tetris-esquely put them into the back of the car. But it was me, who expertly spotted them, turned around, and sacrificially allowed my 9 year old to do the honors, while I never figured out how to turn on the hazards. You're welcome, dining room!

Ironic Things

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Wed, 25 Jul 2018 14:40:00 +0000

Does anyone else find this a bit ironic, seeing as this miniature plate is, in itself, a thing. It's an interesting sentiment though, because many people collect things, and it's not considered a bad thing, per se, unless it becomes a hoarding situation, where the collected things, start taking over ones mind and life and house, and then they become the unwilling beneficiaries of the show "Hoarders". But then, if we delve deeper, the quote seems to be implying that collecting "moments" is superior to collecting "things."

I feel like every time I turn on Twitter or the news, I see another article exploring the superiority of "experiences" over stuff. Here's an article by Uptin Saiidi explaining this phenomenon, https://www.cnbc.com/2016/05/05/millennials-are-prioritizing-experiences-over-stuff.html.

Here's an article: http://www.slate.com/blogs/xx_factor/2016/06/28/experiences_over_stuff_is_a_tired_and_sexist_idea.html by Elissa Strauss, taking the devil's advocate point of view, of the elevation of experiences versus stuff.

I have to say I agree with Elissa's point that one can't experience "experiences" without stuff facilitating those experiences.

Nevertheless, the plate's sentiment, though not without controversy, is still a quote I might find myself saving in my Quotes Board in Pinterest, because it sounds cool.

I didn't buy the plate. I took its advice however, and made a moment, out of writing this blog post. I haven't written in months and the plate's somewhat hypocritical statement, inspired me. Inspired me to troll it, by blogging about it. Inspiration comes from everywhere, moments and stuff alike, and you can quote me on that.

Target butter dish

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Mon, 27 Nov 2017 01:08:00 +0000

I found this cute fluffy yellowy butter dish at Goodwill! It looks retro-y but it’s originally from Target-2013...good enough for me. I’ve been hunting for a cute-enough-for-me butter dish for years...They are there but when I come across one it’s usually either seasonal-ish or plain ugly or just plain-plain. I could turn a 7$ profit on eBay if I wanted, but I don’t. As of now, we do not own any dining room chairs so I’m not sure when my new dish will make her debut...I’m not putting her on the arm of the couch where my morning coffee and breakfast cereal bowls, and dinner burrito plates, and dinner cereal bowls go...we’ve had some fiestaware causualties...some are still hard to face...like the yellow pitcher...but in the end it’s just stuff and it’s replaceable...except the chairs...those seem hard to come by.

Yard Crap

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Sat, 04 Nov 2017 20:21:00 +0000

The past couple of weeks, we've been working on the backyard. It's a first for us, and we've been here almost 5 years. We have a pile of crap waiting for bulk pick-up, which will pick up our crap, in a couple of weeks; we picked up mounds of trash, which resulted in our finding a flower bed. So, this morning, we planted flowers in the flower bed, once trash dump.

I found other cool things, but accidentally broke the coolest one, and so after deciding that it wouldn't make or break my future (documenting the coolest item found in backyard), I bravely decided to march on and document a few remaining treasures, big foots and albatrosses aside...

These 4 multicolored bb's are just a small sampling of the hundreds we've come across. I'm no archaeologist, but I'm pretty sure my backyard has seen at least one, epic BB gun showdown!

My two year old knows better than to eat them...so far, but it will be a momentous and probably sad day when there are no more to be found...Because finding them has become part tradition, part clean-up. Once, they've all been removed, like the little annoying, treasure-trash they are, new traditions will have to be forged. But I'm up to the challenge.

I think the year on the penny is 2002, although it looks pre-Civil War. At first I thought I hit the
jackpot with it because it looked like Lincoln's head was upside down, in relation to the tails side...but it was a false alarm. I'm only a cent richer. I dropped it down the disposal trying to clean it, so the date is technically still unverifiable. My husband just told me that it's in the sewer now. So, if anyone finds it, check the date and get back with me...or just keep it. You're welcome.

Pyrex Mugs

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Fri, 27 Jan 2017 19:05:00 +0000

Found these at Savers; The one on the left came in a set of 4; the one on the right, a set of 6; I left with 10 of these and another random mug for less than $6.

In all I should've paid about $13 for the 11 (4+6+1-random mug=11) but the cashier brushed off my questioning of her scanning stating: "They way they price things is weird." I'm not complaining. I'm starting to like mugs (sheepish emoji). My husband collects mugs and his locker full of them is overflowing and now these take up a whole top shelf in our kitchen.

It's time I face that fact that I'm horrible at selling cute, vintage things I find at Savers. What I need to do is invest in a hutch. There's no room in my house for a hutch, so I'm not sure where that leaves me because I can't afford a bigger house right now, if I could then I'd be buying a hutch on Craigslist and researching how to paint it. It's a cycle; a cycle of the law of space, which probably says something like: "Stop buying crap when you're out of room." Fortunately for us, Savers takes crap too and thus the cycle continues, which is less redundant sounding than saying, the cycle-cycles.

Escape and Shop: Square Glass Jar/Lid and New York.

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Sun, 13 Nov 2016 21:42:00 +0000

I found this at Savers. It was election night and everyone else had the same idea; escape and shop. It was almost past my bedtime so I was at a disadvantage as I fought off imagined Pyrex hunters and Fiestaware butter dish connoisseurs. The truth is that this night, I didn't really know what I was looking for. I checked to see if a Pyrex bowl I had previously passed on was still there; no luck.

I gazed at the random-est of the random junk in plastic bags hanging on the hooks. I thought about buying my 7 year old some paper and crayons but remembered that my one year old would just eat them.

It occurred to me that tonight I should look for things I might not usually look for or at least keep an open mind. My sleepy eyes and brain gazed at the cute glass dishes and fake depression glass that has in the past faked me out more than once. Not tonight, fake depression glass, not tonight, but you know who you are.

Eventually I found myself staring at the plethora (The Three Amigos) of mason jars and glass cookie and coffee jars. This treasure was hiding but couldn't hide for long. I loved it immediately (which is a thrift shopping rule that is much easier said than done; only buying what I love). There have been things I thought I've loved but could live without.

How could anyone live without this?? If the original owner is reading this, I will take pity on you for your lapse in judgement. Just joking, finders keepers, losers you know how the story ends...

I googled and googled and could not find anything similar. It has a friggin' square lid and it doesn't screw on; it just sits perfectly on top therefore not stealing any space from the jar itself. My husband says it reminds him of a jar that used to be in his grandmother's bathroom, that held cotton balls. This jar deserves more than cotton balls but I'm not sure what, yet. The bottom of the lid and sides of the jar are beveled squares.

It reminds me of a skyscraper. I've been adding tons of New York pics to my New York Pinterest board and having it sit beside two other plastic and more non-descript skyscraper-esque kitchen containers has me feeling New York-ish as I've got the beginnings of my own Manhatten skyline going on. On a side-note I really need to google if the verb form of Google is capitalized. I think it is.

The Faker

Pyrex "Museum"

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Wed, 02 Nov 2016 15:41:00 +0000

This is my Pyrex Museum. It's not much now, but in a few decades it might take up a whole hutch or even a whole wall, maybe even a whole room. The newest addition to my museum is the white, ribbed Pyrex bowl. Guess how much it was at Savers? .99, so with tax $1.08. Not too shabby. I can't bring myself to try to sell it because then my museum would grow at a much slower rate. I saw a matching green faded/white bowl similar to the pink faded white bowl the other day and erroneously failed to pounce on it. In my defense, it probably wasn't 1.08 (including tax). Still I admit I should've pounced on it.

I'm not sure exactly the science of how the coloring on Pyrex bowls slowely fades, but in my opinion, it's beautiful, less valuable maybe, but still beautiful. I remember watching an episode of "Northern Exposure" a looonnggg time ago, and they were analyzing a painting. It had some kind of flaw in it and it was suggested that perhaps flaws, and the absence of perfection, hold a kind of beauty that no thing of perfection can. That's all I remember of Northern Exposure, besides the moose; Who can forget him?? Not I.

Therefore, even though I would have preferred the green and pink bowls to have retained all their color, I'm also happy with their imperfections, because the white underneath is still really cool looking. The color that remains at the top tells its own story; And even though it's faded, the Pyrex bowl itself is still perfectly intact and useful; it's still 100% capable of fulfilling its mission in life, to be a good little bowl and to be a Vintage rock-star that everyone wants to collect and show off in their own Pyrex Museums. Damn I should've bought the green one! I'm still not very good at letting go of opposite-buyer's-remorse. This is a common theme in my life. The movie "Let it Go", I mean "Frozen" obviously didn't get through to me, because I struggle with regret a lot, in general. But seriously why didn't I buy it? Let it go! Okay, thanks I'm healed.

Don Greytak

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Thu, 22 Sep 2016 18:14:00 +0000

Found this at Savers while looking for items for my sister-in-law's shower. And no, this is not for her baby shower, unless her baby really likes pencil art, then I will consider it...but she'll have to REALLY like it and it might be gifted to her as her inheritance from her aunt, so she'll have to wait awhile.

In my defense, this pencil drawing by Don Greytak was the only me present I came home with and that's saying a lot.

From a distance I thought this framed pencil drawing was unfinished, but when I got closer I saw the snow covered fence going all the way back to an unseen driveway and snow covered house or cabin. Yeah, this was coming home with me. When my husband saw it hanging in the dining room, he thought it was unfinished as well. It's an amazing optical illusion which adds to the artwork itself. Don signed the bottom and it's 12/300. He also signed the mailbox.

When I went to his website here: http://dongreytak.com/about-us/ I found his biography and a slew of his other pencil works which are all amazing! If you have time, please check out his website.

Hebrew Eye Chart

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Mon, 29 Aug 2016 17:23:00 +0000

I found this at Savers for 2.99. I'm embarrassed to say that I immediately texted my sister-in-law to ask her if it was Mandarin. When I didn't get a response, I googled and found that it was Hebrew. My sister-in-law eventually texted back that my brother said it was Hebrew. Thanks to Google, I already knew this, but I knew that my brother didn't need to google, he just knew, and I doubt he got it confused with Mandarin.

Language ignorances aside, I'm a sucker for word art. This bad boy was sitting on the top shelf so I initially didn't notice it and was toting around (okay my husband was doing the toting) a painteed wood picture of a guy carrying a surfboard and it said: "California Summer". I knew it would be at home in my bathroom, which, believe it or not, is devoid of any Savers artwork.

Something didn't feel right. I walked back to the artwork and put it back and that's when I saw it! A framed eye chart in another language. Thank goodness I'm learning to listen to my instincts, that and artwork calling to me...

I haven't found this exact eye chart on internet land, but some similar.

Try Amazon, Etsy, Houzz, Cascadilla Press on Cafe Press...or your local thrift store, not mine though.

Christmas in July...and August and the other 10 months.

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Tue, 23 Aug 2016 19:37:00 +0000

I found 4 of these Saguaro glasses at Savers. I bought them with the Christmas season in mind, however we use them year-round. Sometimes I think they should go in the Christmas closet and come out only for Christmas season (October-February). However, after thinking about it, I've decided that sometimes Christmas decor needs to be year-round. These glasses are one of those exceptions.

*An aside: I've decided that cats photo-bombing my item shots are going to be my new trademark.*

Why are they an exception, you ask. Well, for starters, I picture Christmas drink-ware being more muggish (of or pertaining to resembling mugs). These glasses are perfect for ice-cold water. Believe it or not, even in the desert we drink hot beverages, when it gets below 76 degrees (outside). So, for 9 months out of the year, these bad boys are the right choice.

Also, they just make me happy. And isn't happiness the main rule of item non-discardis.

And how can you not just adore Saguaros? They are the most welcoming plant, with piercingly sharp injection-like spines, out there. Their cacti arms extend outward as if saying: "Welcome to Arizona, but don't get too close or I'll stab you right in the cornea."

Anyone having grown up in AZ has Cacti-run-in stories. And anyone having grown up in AZ should own glasses like these and use them year-round.

I feel like I can say that and show my bias outright, especially in this political day and age where one is allowed to say anything without repercussions.

I hope I have persuaded you to go buy Saguaro, Christmas glasses and use them year-round, even at the cost of peer pressure or ridicule at committing, out-of-season-household-heresy. Sometimes you have to stand up for what you believe.

Penny-Shoe-Boxes

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Thu, 18 Aug 2016 17:00:00 +0000

I've been trying to clean my house. I tell myself that picking up one small thing is better than just staring in overwhelm-ment at a huge mountain of what-do-I-do-with-all-this-crap, some of which is sentimental. I guess I need to read the tidying up book again.

So, this morning, after walking past these tiny shoes and tiny boxes for weeks, and just shrugging my internal shoulders at the huge hurdle (watching the Olympics) of decision making these tiny pieces of material culture apparently are to my brain, I decided to make a decision.

First, I validated myself over the immenseness of the hurdle facing me. After all, miniature things are my Achilles heel, thus throwing the tiny boxes and tiny shoes away wouldn't be my first instinct.

Second, I admitted that the hallway counter-ledge-space was not where these tiny items belonged. (I've found that stating the ovbious increases my chances of making some type of movement).

Third, I determined that the tiny items were sitting here for a reason, that being, my toddler can't reach them and choke on them.

Next, I decided they were so cute that before throwing them away, (and by that I mean, throwing them into a dresser drawer and pretending I threw them away) I would blog about them.

I might end up really throwing the shoes away, but I'm not ready to part with these chokable, colorful, Russian-doll, boxes from the Container Store. The non-chokable boxes are in the play room, because what is more fun for humans than colorful, stacking boxes. I think my child will be a genius after playing with these.

For now, I need to decide what use these boxes will have in my dresser drawer. If I was 4, they would be the perfect tooth fairy-tooth-holder. If I was 10, they would be the perfect eraser holders. If I was 12, they would hold folded up notes and/or stickers, which I would have previously spent an hour and a half cutting up into a hundred perfectly cut, individual stickers. If I was 20 they would be decorative on my dresser and/or ring holders. I'm almost 36, which of course means I will go on Pinterest and search for uses for miniature boxes, pin several ideas to my "craft" board, daydream about completing the pins, and then never do them.

Match Box Jig Saw Puzzle

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Wed, 29 Jun 2016 12:10:00 +0000

I want to talk about miniature things today, starting with this neat, miniature match box puzzle that I found in some of my Grandmother's things. It has 12 wooden pieces and says "Shackman" and "N.Y." on the box. There is no date of production but many think it was manufactured in the 70's.

I want to briefly mention the definition of miniature from Google: “(especially of a replica of something) of a much smaller size than normal; very small.”

This website https://retail.shackman.com/

leads me to believe that it could be the same company. Here is the description: "Since 1898 B. Shackman Company has been manufacturing and importing unique gift items. Many remember our famous store in lower Manhatten in New York City. Now you can buy our wonderful products direct online around the world!"

In my research I discovered that Shackman also made other miniature things including furniture, which lead to these other names: Reutter and Bespaq and if you Google them you will find miniature furniture such as this:

Check out this website for Shackman Miniature Furniture: https://www.popscreen.com/prod/MTgxMzUyMDI0/Shackman-Dollhouse-Furniture.

During my research a Google images search for the word, “miniature” brought up a slew of miniature items, including miniature houses, miniature food, miniature animals. I was particularly taken with the mini llamas. I love llamas...very noble and proud creatures are they.

Volcom Hoodie

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Mon, 30 May 2016 16:03:00 +0000

I found this freaky sweatshirt at Savers for $1. This particular Savers was due to be closed for forever the next week and the clothes were significantly "picked-over" which is another way of saying, "Other annoying people got there first and this is what they left."

This particular sweatshirt was in the women's aisle and when I bought it I had no idea the hoodie zipped up all the way. In fact, I didn't even know these types of sweatshirts existed.

Imagine my surprise when I went to try it on again at home, with my 6 year old standing by, and voila...THIS. My daughter was intrigued and I was seriously freaked out at my reflection in the mirror. Also, I'm claustrophobic and the fear of the zipper malfunctioning and me being stuck in this thing forever was terrifying. I tried to use my logical brain and knew that if the zipper malfunctioned, I should be more concerned with my scissor-happy child poking my eyes out or stabbing a major artery while trying to cut me free.

How could this fun trip to a dying outlet thrift store result in these death-defying outcomes? I just wanted a lightweight sweatshirt that I could wear to the beach.

That night as my husband worked on his computer, my daughter and I decided to try to scare the crap out of him, because why not. I think it would have worked except for my daughter's hysterical laughing as I waited patiently for him to notice me while trying not to pass out from the fear of my own reflection in the mirror. Without her laughs I may well have passed out before he noticed this beachy, Hawaiian masked stranger about to strangle him or even worse...delete the video he was working on.

He slowly turned, smiled, and said: "What is this.?" I asked him why he wasn't more scared and he said: "You were too nice about it." I guess next time I try to make my husband scream like a little girl so I can never let him hear the end of the time I scared him with the freaky sweater mask outfit and he screamed like a little girl, I will NOT be so nice about it (evil-hands and squinted eyes emoji). The rest of the evening, the three of us took turns wearing the sweatshirt and trying to scare each other. My daughter is the best at acting like she's scared. My husband should take a cue from her (in the name of humoring his wife once in a while...and in the name of acting). We live in a dramatic household.

All dramatics aside, I found this very sweatshirt on Pinterest, eBay, and Riamart. Volcom is the company that makes it and officially named it: "Boys Vacation Full Zip Youth Sweatshirt". I can think of some other names for it, but they may not be quite as politically correct.

I found a couple of interesting articles on the "hoodie" which I will list below. Apparently, people that wear full-mask hoodies are sometimes, up to no good...I say sometimes, because when my daughter walks to the beach in this thing, I will stare down anyone who judges her intentions, as more than just an anonymous walk to beach, while preventing her face from being accosted by the cool ocean breezes, and who can blame her for that?

I copied this from Pinterest:

"Volcom is an action sports based modern lifestyle brand that embodies the creative spirit of youth culture."

Here are the hoodie articles:

1) http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/explainer/2012/03/trayvon_martin_killing_when_did_hoods_become_associated_with_illicit_activity_.html

2) http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/23/opinion/23wilson.html?_r=0

Do you know these people?

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Wed, 18 May 2016 18:20:00 +0000

I found this California photo album at Savers for $2.99. Initially I was slightly disappointed that it wasn't empty and ready for my hundreds of past and future CA pictures to fill its very original and vintage-y shell. But when I opened it and saw the story of Irving Hartivgson and his photo mate, who only refers to herself as "myself" I knew that it would be a shame to not take it home. What if someone bought it, took it home, ripped out the nails and leather that hold the old, brown pages together and threw all these old pictures away?

So instead, I bought it and decided to research the main characters. There are definitely more questions than answers, but that's what makes up interesting mysteries right? Actually mysteries are only fun when the answers are eventually found, but that's just me.

So what we DO know is that Irving was in the Navy. He was staying at or visiting the Hotel Casa de Manana in La Jolla, CA. This blog article, written by Ashley Mackin:
http://www.lajollalight.com/news/2014/dec/18/casa-manana-celebrates-90-years-village-history/
explains the history of this hotel and how in it's heyday it was a booming resort that even saw a celebrity once in a while. The interesting part is that it hosted men in the Navy who came home from combat, as a place for rejuvenation. Now, it is a retirement community, for any of you thinking of retiring soon...you'll need to shell out between $3200 and $9975 monthly...either that or go back in time and return alive from the Navy.

What else do we know? That's about it other than he was chilling on La Jolla Beach with this beautiful chick. Since, she doesn't identify herself or the nature of their relationship, I'm going to assume they are dating. In this picture they are holding hands. I would think if they were married she might refer to him in a less formal way, like, "Irv" and maybe would have at least mentioned her own name.

It's really discouraging for family members (or for nosy-sounds-better-than-creepy strangers like myself) to find the real answers they seek when the historian fails to identify the people in the photos. That's okay. Maybe she was too shy about their relationship, or maybe it was that generation of patriarchy that made it more important to mention his name versus her name. Or maybe because she is the owner of the album, she didn't need to be reminded of her own name. That's the more likely version.

If anyone knows any of these people please feel free to email me at crapifoundyou@gmail.com.

Do You Know These People?

Partial-face-letter-holder-sculpture...thing

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Wed, 11 May 2016 16:19:00 +0000

I found this at Savers. I'm tempted to say that it "literally" spoke to me, pun intended, because of its mouth, however, I know my brother would roll his eyes and lecture me about the literal meaning of the word "literal." If it "literally" spoke to me, it would have spoken real words and addressed me, by name. So, no it did not "literally" speak to me, however, it did whistle to me...just joking. I couldn't leave Savers without it, even though I wasn't exactly sure what it was. I thought it might be a letter holder. I'm such a sucker for functional art. My friend said her husband told her it was a "dictation holder". My research did not turn up anything, so as far as I know, this is a one-of-a-kind sculpture. I thought it might be sculpted from rock, but my husband said it was just clay. I'm not a geologist, but I thought clay is what God uses to create rocks, but I think I got a B in Geology 103, so I'm not sure...which reminds me that I need to share with you my poem entitled: "Poem written after getting a B in Geology 103".

The scale of this sculpture called to me as well (metaphorically, sheesh). It's only about 1.5 Burt's Bees Chap-stick's high (Someone stole my tape measure). It's all good though because I've learned from watching "Curious George" that one can use licorice sticks to measure height, when deciding if a monkey is tall enough to ride a roller coaster, so using, this logic, one can use chap-stick's to measure the height of a partial-face-letter-holder-sculpture...thing.

To put it another way, it's miniature and miniature things are always so cute. They don't take up much room and when they also serve a function, who can deny that? Not me.

Let's find out about Telephones...David C. Knight

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Tue, 03 May 2016 14:44:00 +0000

So, I found this literary treasure at a book sale for .50. It was in the children's section and I chose it over several other temptations including a Curious George Puzzle book. This book by David C. Knight was published in 1967. Before I read the publication year, I half expected the smartphone to make an appearance at the end, bringing us into the 21st century. That didn't happen. This book ends with the push button phone and boasts that there is one phone for every two people in the United States.

According to this smart person website: https://gigaom.com/2012/10/22/the-average-us-subscriber-owns-1-57-mobile-devices/ the average person owns 1.57 mobile devices.

At first, I felt kind of awkward buying a book so overtly outdated, just for sport (not to mention historical reference), however my very brief research on the author David C. Knight, revealed that he wrote a lot about ghosts and the supernatural as well as space. In fact, one of his book titles (as shown from Amazon) is entitled: The first book of Mars: An Introduction to the Red Planet. You can buy this on Amazon for $58 for the hardcover (no affiliate links here) just the info:

http://www.amazon.com/first-book-Mars-introduction-planet/dp/0531007979/ref=la_B001HPFZG6_1_16?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1462285757&sr=1-16&refinements=p_82%3AB001HPFZG6.

He also has a ton of other space books which I'm sure seem pretty futuristic back in the day. He may not have been able to predict the evolution of the telephone or "phone" as the book shares it is sometimes called...but he definitely was not too far off with his space books. Disclaimer: I have not read his space books, just the titles.

You can get this book for only a .01 on Amazon: The title is:

Colonies in orbit: The coming age of human settlements in space

http://www.amazon.com/Colonies-orbit-coming-human-settlements/dp/0688220967/ref=la_B001HPFZG6_1_8?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1462286075&sr=1-8&refinements=p_82%3AB001HPFZG6

I hope everyone has had the chance to see Matt Damon in "The Martian". That's an aside because I love that movie, but my main point is that there are some people not even involved with NASA who's life goal is to to space exploration become a reality. I'm sure you've heard of this controversial guy:

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2010/mar/21/dotcom-space-race.

More Office Supplies...

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Tue, 26 Apr 2016 14:44:00 +0000

Has anyone seen these pretty file folders at Target? They are $3.99 for a set of 6 (2 each). The front has a saying and the back is just the picture. They didn't make it to my filing box-thing with the boring file folders. They are sitting on my desk, leaning on some giant sticky-notes (I mean giant), because they are too pretty to sit in a box. Has anyone ever framed a file folder? I love functional art, but sometimes it's hard to free the art to function (aside from its function of making me happy by its beauty), especially in a box. I'm from the desert, so desert beauty speaks to me. I appreciate the vast expanse and varied terrain. From far away, things may look brown, but you get up close and all of a sudden there's green, and blue, and all the other colors of nature. I'm guessing there may be people who don't see the desert as I do and that's okay...because more file folders for me!

Office Supplies

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Thu, 07 Apr 2016 18:17:00 +0000

My husband found this hot pink scale at Staples. The cat in the background, we found on the streets. He's a street cat but he could have fooled us with how quickly he made himself at home...He's a chronic photo-bomber. His name is Luke. But this post isn't about Luke...

I've always loved office supplies. Who doesn't? And the more colorful the better, is a general life principle to live by...don't you agree? If you don't, keep your drab, colorless, modern, opinions to yourself...

I guess it doesn't surprise me that I take the time to make a collage of my beautiful scale. Her skin-tone is perfect for making pictures pop!

It only weighs items up to 7 lbs, which is the downside. What's really annoying is that my bathroom scale doesn't weigh things if they are too light, so at times I have to actually do math and subtract the difference between two boxes weighed on the bathroom scale...Sigh...math. Who knew it would come in so handy later in life...besides engineers, and scientists, and the writers of "Big Bang Theory", and doctors, and business people...besides them...who could've known?

So, needless to say, my math skills leave something to be desired, but that's another story.

On another note, if we could get this amazing, vintage, scale, that once belonged to my Grandfather to work again, it may solve all my scaling problems...and financial problems, because when it's not jammed (with change when my brother and I used to play with it) it actually charges people money to weigh them. Hello, early retirement!

Chalk(ish)

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Thu, 14 Jan 2016 15:41:00 +0000

I found these glass or ceramic ice-cream cups at Savers. I intended to use them for family frozen yogurt night. Of course the yellow one would go to Daddy and Shayne would most likely choose the pink, leaving me with the green-blue. I'm not sure if it was the urgency for chalk containers, or the absence of frozen yogurt in the home, but these cups are now fulfilling their purpose holding chalk for our hall chalkboard. It made me think about what other types of containers in our home were being used for things other than their original purpose.

Here's a list because I'm in a list mood today:

1). The vintage saran wrap/papertowel/tin foil box-thing is at any moment holding small papers with recipes, washcloths, coupons, or folded up papers put there by Shayne.
2). iphone boxes are holding hair and bathroom paraphernalia
3). Something which will remain anonymous is holding Disneyland pennies.
4). At this moment in time, a paint roller tray is holding a bunch of medicine (Don't ask).
5). The lid to a Christmas box is holding office supplies.
6). My Aunt's childhood Mid-Century Modern Dresser, is holding DVD's.
7). A Vintage locker is holding my husband's mug collection.
8). A variety of food boxes are holding towels and washcloths.

Then there are the containers that weren't necessarily made for any specific item or items; these are useful and are becoming less and less separate from the ones that were made for something specific. Nowadays anything can be used for anything and the more creative, the better. I love Pinterest!

In fact, maybe we should say that using something for an item that was the intended original item, is so...
whatever date in the past that was strictest about doing that; it probably was the same era that said your shoes should match your outfit (Thanks goodness we are so much more enlightened now; snobby-eye-roll-and head-swing-emoji).

Crap I found My DNA!

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Thu, 10 Dec 2015 18:25:00 +0000

My mom got me this for my birthday...
No more mysteries.
I am a little bit (99%) European and 1% South Asia. I'm embarassed to admit that I didn't realize Scotland was part of Great Britain until I got these results; but now I do and I'm pretty sure the majority of the 85% is the Scotland region based on my other Ancestry.com research.

My mom asked me if I was disappointed that I didn't have more diversity in my background, but I'm not at all. I thought it was just as interesting to find out the ethnicities of which I have 0% as well including African, Native, Italy/Greece, and Scandinavia.

It's actually fascinating and blows my mind how DNA is passed down through the generations...How far back did I inherit the Iberian Peninsula (Spanish/Portuguese)?

The 1% South Asia is also pretty cool. My mom always had a picture up of her grandparents on their wedding day. Growing up I always assumed she was Asian until I learned she was Czech, but it had to come from somewhere right?

Unfortunately I had to cancel my Ancestry subscription after I got these results but if I ever get back on, I know several hundred pages of distant cousins that Ancestry feels strongly I am related to...pretty nifty.

Lighting

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 13:20:00 +0000

My mom found this on Etsy for $40. She didn't like it because it was too bright and you needed to plug and unplug it to turn it off and on. I thought it was cute and had potential and was hopeful we could find a place for it. Alas, it fits nowhere despite how cute it is. Offer Up didn't want it for $15.

Now, I'm thinking about trying to up-cycle it into a different kind of lighting.

Lighting is a big deal in a home. It needs to be functional without being overbearing. It needs to fit the mood and not be too conspicuous; The sun does enough of that, in the daytime.

My daughter gets it. She prayed the other night that God would show us where to put the light "Because the other places didn't work." So cute...and such a good prayer, because finding the right kind of lighting for the right space isn't always easy, despite how aesthestically pleasing the outward lighting package may be...as in this case.

Give me time...I have some ideas...and it doesn't involve keeping the big, white, cord-thingy.

Outdoor Furniture

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Tue, 20 Oct 2015 18:23:00 +0000

I found 5 of these awesome metal chairs on Craigslist. My husband went to pick them up from a couple who buys and sells crap (my heroes). I wish he hadn't lost their card because they obviously have good taste. They spray painted these chairs the color they are now. I'm not sure what color they were before. The white part is very sturdy metal (don't stub your toe on one of these bad boys), and the yellow is some kind of weave. In the future I intend to paint them all yellow, legs and all.

Although they appear to be lawn chairs, they are used for my dining room chairs. If I had two more lives I would learn to sew and make them some awesome cushions...but as it stands I will probably have to hire someone to make me some awesome, original cushions, as they are slightly too short for the table. We've just been using pillows. Hey, ghetto, I know, but I'm not just gonna buy ill-fitting cushions, c'mon now.

I love the brightness they bring my dining room. They pop out nicely against the green.

To be honest, after we first got them, they were almost too much for my eyes and stomach to take in. I actually had some buyers remorse for awhile because whenever I looked at them, sitting there around the dark, brown, dining, room table, I felt a bit nauseous; too much of a good thing.

Fortunately, the feeling and nausea passed and we didn't have to return them to the hero-crap-sellers.

Happy Fall by the way!

Drawer Organization: Before & After

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Sat, 17 Oct 2015 23:52:00 +0000

So...silly me I forgot to take a before pic so this is about halfway through. In my previous post I mentioned how Marie Kondo's book: "The life-changing magic of tidying up" talks about using iPhone and other quality boxes to organize drawers and other such things. Though I like the results I'm not so naive as to think that my daughter might "re-organize" this drawer by tomorrow, but at least I'll know how to "re-re-organize" it...

After

New-found corner...

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Wed, 14 Oct 2015 18:40:00 +0000

Before One

Before Two

So...I'm not sure what day of my Environmental-Challenge-a-thon it is. My chalk board still says it's Monday, October 5th...so I'm definitely not oriented x 4 as we say in the mental health field. However, I finally found what was behind one corner of my house...cat hair and dust...didn't surprise me but it was nice to see the corner again even though there was no hidden change I could add to our slowly growing Disneyland fund (not even a penny)...this bookshelf was functional in that it held my books but it's definitely not art...I found another temporary place for my box-o-pictures and sewing paraphernalia and was able to move the remainder of the books to the other book shelf. We dropped the shelf off at Savers. They'll either throw it away or try to off-load it for $6.99 (just my guess). I moved the piano bench over there, which is our unofficial drop off bench for stuff on its way to Savers. I'm happy I found a corner of my house...insignificant as it may seem...but it's just good to know it's there...verified by seeing it with my own two eyes...

After

Environmental Challenge-a-thon Day Whatever

noreply@blogger.com (Shell Ink) — Mon, 05 Oct 2015 20:37:00 +0000

I've already blown my challenge-a-thon and it's only the first week. I thought it would take at least a month to get behind. Alas, I continue despite time and energy not being on my side. This is all I could muster for today. I wrote the date on the chalk wall in our hallway...I really hope I can erase it by tomorrow because for some reason I'm not holding out that I will write tomorrow's date on it.

My hope is that my daughter will learn how to spell Monday and pretty soon she can take over...most days the chalk wall is empty except for the chalk dust and when we play hang-man. How sad is that! What's the point of a chalk-wall without a picture or trite sentiment?

So, here it is...I'm giving meaning and life to the things in my environment...one day at a time, or one week at at time...

Every little bit helps.