Tuesday, February 26, 2013

One of My Favorite Stylists



Isn't it nice when we meet people with whom we connect?
I connect with this super talented guy.
Although I've never personally met Matthew, we are indeed on a first name basis.
(At least I refer to him by his first name.)

Truthfully,
my dear friend and soul mate 
Matthew
 has not met me.

At the risk of sounding like a stalker,
LOVE
this guy.





If you're not familiar with his work,
allow me to introduce you.

(Being as we're such good
friends!)

LOL!

Hop over to Matthew's link and see what he's up to.



Matthew has been styling for the best photographers and magazines and books forever.
He's got his own now - and you'll see that he's 
the ultimate
 in
 repurposing and upcycling and styling and creating.

Did I say
"I love this guy"









Monday, February 25, 2013

FOLK Magazine







There are few products I endorse in my blog,
 but this morning I want to mention a new magazine I've subscribed to,
 called
 FOLK


I just received my initial copy and am fascinated by how lovely it is.
It's filled with real people,
sharing
real stories
about real life.
I found myself identifying with the stories and musing about conversing with the writers.
(A sure sign of a good writer/editor is the ability to engage the reader in this fashion.)

Content, photography, advertisement,
every detail is delightful!

Subscription price is very reasonable.

With a cup of cocoa and some cinnamon toast it made my snowy Sunday afternoon perfect.
Living the Good Life!


Sample them online at


Joy




Sunday, February 24, 2013

Dwell Antiques & Home



DWELL ANTIQUES & HOME







5910 South University Boulevard
Greenwood Village, Colorado 80121
(South Denver, Southeast corner of University Blvd and Orchard Road)
303-795-3454
Monday - Saturday
10am - 5pm
~additional hours by chance or appointment~



Dwell has had a delightful first quarter after opening in September of 2012!
We are evaluating the success by reviewing what we've been doing to be true to our concept.

Some of our touch points are:

 seek the unusual 
 add fresh treasures to the shop daily
 display with an eye to how you might like to use an item in your home
 rotate displays weekly
search for one of a kind and handmade items
feature the creativity of numerous local artists
incorporate elements of nature



love well made pieces
repurpose
upcycle
offer design consultation, in store and in your home
celebrate each month with a special event promotion
keep a wish list for your dream items
offer social media contact points


play happy music
do our best at what we do





The Dwell Girls
 are 

studying fresh design ideas
searching for local artistic talent 
buying all over the country
refurbishing vintage and antique items
listening to our customers ideas
reading up on the trends
enjoying life





It makes us happy to do what we do
and
it makes us happy
making you happy!

Drop in and browse
soak up some atmosphere
and
know that each month will look different
at
Dwell Antiques & Home
as we find fresh
and
seasonal
bounty!




Friday, February 22, 2013

Photos I've Collected






Over the years I have amassed a huge box of old black and white photos.  


mean
HUGE

I have family scrapbooks
 and
 photos I've bought at antique shops
 and
 those I've found at estate sales
 and 
many that have apparently just attached themselves to me
 in some magnetic and random fashion. 



I love history and fashion
 and 
studying the way people lived a hundred or more years ago,

but
really

where did all these photos come from?









I have primarily photos of women and children.

There are hard faced, tough, prairie women
and
sweet, hopeful brides
and
careworn, weary mothers with eight or ten children gathered round them.






I have gun slinging gals
and
nuns
and
sets of sisters with starched pinafores.
There are curls
 that some momma rolled up in rags the night before
 and fussed over for hours
while a patient papa blacked his boots
 and slicked down his hair, wishing his stiff collar was not choking him.






I've got a truckload of  straight laced, prim and proper matrons,
posed in formal studio settings
with several generations of progeny staring somberly at the camera.
They wear their best clothing, tight, starched and uncomfortable.


There are families who've included their strutting chickens, huge hogs and favorite horse
in their photo
presumably to impress or reassure kinfolk back east that they had made it out west and were prospering just fine on the prairie.



There are women mountain climbing
and
women sightseeing
and
a woman posing with her prize mule.

I'm not quite sure how I came by all these,
or
what I want to do with them,
but
apparently
I can't get rid of them.

There's something so poignant and appealing
about the history these photos hint at
that
I'm holding onto them
just for the pleasure 
of
imagining
what stories
they might tell!


Sunday, February 17, 2013

Accomplishments




I have accomplished much this afternoon

and

am finally able to relax

and
enjoy a bite to eat before a nice warm soak.

There were boxes of small items to be cleaned and sorted and inventoried and priced.
There was laundry to be washed, folded, hung, ironed and put away.
There was vacuuming to be done.
Dusting away some cobwebs.
There was the dishwasher to run and dishes to be replaced in the cupboards.



Just the ordinary household and work chores that we all have to cope with.


It's been a pleasant time of tidying and rearranging some pretties that I had been taking for granted.

I think I have a sweet little nest
and
am living the good life.





I enjoy refreshing my bookcase displays and counter top collections

and

organizing my closet

for the coming week.

Now
home made soup
 and good bread
and
a cup of tea.





Time to pick up my book and nestle in with my late supper

and enjoy the beauty of all that has been accomplished.


I'm so easily pleased with small touches!



Monday, February 4, 2013

Finding My Calling




Part of my
  Antiques By Joy
business is home styling.

I visit the home of a client and tweak the look they're going for.
Sometimes they have no idea about what they want, and I have free reign.
Often they say,
"I want it to feel like your shop."


My mother says I began my styling career at the age of 4,
and
 I can recall some of the projects I conned her into.


I dreamed up a bedroom that had purple and lavender
(1957 - and where did I get that idea at age 4?)
T.V. was still in black and white.
Not that we owned one.


She tried to dissuade me,

(apparently there was no purple she liked, 
or,
 no purple in her fabric stash).

She compromised with curtains and dust ruffle
 of 
a delicate white cotton printed with tiny lavender rosebuds
and
(I insisted)
 a
 vivid purple
 throw pillow.

Mind you she made these herself, because that's what our family did.





I recall regularly 
haunting the fabric store with her . . . 

a 40 minute walk from our house,
where we would browse for hours
 and 
dream of the possibilities!


When I was about 6, we walked to the store to purchase fabric for a new outfit 
for me.
I will never forget the excitement of entering that big old fashioned place,
breathing in the aroma 
taking in the colors

and hearing her incredible words,

"you may choose ANY fabric you want,

as long as it's not over thirty nine cents a yard"

... remembering an
 angel choir . . . .




By 12 years old I was living in a world that was changing.
(NOT in my little world, but in the bigger sense.)
The Hippie movement brought tie die and psychedelic and neon intensity to our color world.

Being the worldly, well read 12 year old that I was, 
my design sense was evolving, and I wanted
MORE!

There was no decorating budget to prevail upon for my room
so
I had to improvise.

I plowed through my mother's extensive collection of bargain fabrics,
(friends often gifted her the remnants of their projects because she was "crafty"),
and came up with a hunter green burlap and some hot pint print and began to picture the contrast they would create beside one another.
It wasn't quite the psychedelic combo I needed,
but
when I unearthed the next component,
a chartreuse gem,
(Oh the 50's were a heyday for chartreuse!!!),
I knew I was on to something!

I rummaged about and found the ultimate fourth:
turquoise with a touch of chartreuse!

Bingo!

I patiently upholstered my hand me down dresser
and even trimmed it in chartreuse prairie points
 I cut from a school folder I found in that color, 
using recycled upholstery tacks I scrounged.
(Stop laughing!)

I pleaded for a gallon of intensely pink saturated-hue paint.
Now this was serious - we didn't paint much at our house, because paint was expensive, 
but after much pleading I got that paint with my babysitting money.
Fifty cents an hour was what I earned, and that included doing household chores while babysitting.

We dragged my little area rug out to the back yard and using our big zinc wash tub, dyed the rug hot pink with Rit Dye from the local Five and Dime.
Oh, I was on  a roll!

Ultimately, I conned my mother into letting me have the "pole lamp" from our living room.
It had filigree ball shades at three heights, and cast the most enchanting shadows.

That evening, breathing a sign of almost complete contentment, I had my final brainstorm.
My parents were out and I knew just what I wanted to accomplish.
I dug around in the utility closet where we stored the Christmas decorations and found
 three red light bulbs.
Installing the red bulbs and flipping the switch, I melted into my hot pink/chartreuse/turquoise
haven
and simply revelled in the creation!


When I awoke in the morning, I discovered my dad had replaced the red bulbs with normal ones.
His reprimand was that he didn't want me using the Christmas ones.

(About 10 years later it dawned on me what that was all about.)


I don't believe I've ever had so much fun as I did with that decorating project.


And that was the day I
 KNEW
I had found my calling.











Friday, February 1, 2013

Filing And Sorting and Shovelling Oh My




It's the first day of February, 
and I'm catching up on filing and paperwork.

I'm living the 
GOOD LIFE!


There is always
 too much
 of that filing and sorting and shredding and organizing
and
never quite enough time to do it properly.

It's not my favorite thing to do
by far
and so I tend to let it pile up until the pile topples over
and
I fear that if anyone sees the messiness of stacked and toppled receipts and invoices and business cards and whatever,
 they will think I'm one of those hoarder types who needs to have 
an
intervention.









I can see it now . . . 

they will shake their heads and say,

"we 
always
  knew
she was a little strange
and now we have the evidence
poor dear . . . 
buried alive under
  several tons
of crumpled receipts, paperclips, manila file folders and notes to self!"



Mind you -
this debris is essential to my business

as any antique dealer will confirm.

We faithfully keep exacting records of each item purchased

and

add to that
 receipts
 for the supplies we buy 

to clean, polish, restore, repaint and refurbish every little piece.

Why the paper towels alone run into the thousands of dollars!


There are mileage record books and checkbooks and all those business cards of hundreds of people who wish to
 sell to us,
 or paint for us,
 or convince us to advertise with them.

We 
dare not
discard anything so vital to our potential success!


There are paint sample cards
(oh my . . . I have thousands of those),

and even tiny chips of actual paint we have peeled off some old thing
 to save for reference
 for that day when we 
NEED
 that beautiful shade of robins' egg blue.







It's a little embarrassing!


That's just the tip of the iceberg


but if I blog any longer
I'll lose daylight hours
and
tomorrow it's back to the shop

and whatever paper is still drifting through the air will once again settle in odd places around the house.

So

if you ring the doorbell and I don't answer,
please
please just give me time to claw my way out from under my mountain
and run to greet you!

Don't call the authorities.

Happy filing!




Botanical prints today are courtesy of The Graphics Fairy @  www.thegraphicsfairy.com




Joy is partner/owner at
Greenwood Village Colorado
303-795-3454

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