Must Be The Season of The Kitsch

Tag sales, garage sales, rummage sales, lawn fetes, yard bazaars– whatever you prefer to call them, the season is now upon us. Those types of sales are all fine and good for most people hunting for a bargain, but I prefer rummaging exclusively through dead people’s things. Ok, that sounded way more creepy and goth-y than…

With a Retro Yell, She Cried Floors! Floors! Floors!

Some people like to constantly Instagram their restaurant meals. Others obsessively selfie with friends. I, on the other hand, exhibit similar compulsive tendencies when my iPhone and retro flooring end up in the same room together. This most commonly occurs during open houses or estate sales, but can also happen in Chinese restaurants, 1960’s office buildings, or dressing rooms…

Hang It Like a Mother

In honor of Mother’s Day, this post is about the one common love all mothers have. And no I’m not talking about Tom Selleck, I’m talking about the holy grail of home decorating: wallpaper. Gone are the days of struggling to keep yourself entertained while your mother browses the oversized wallpaper pattern books at Sherwin-Williams, snipping…

Retro Ranch Dressing

Not everyone will tell you what’s in their secret sauce. Have you ever gushed over the decor de jour at a friend’s house, casually inquiring how they assembled such an exquisite collection of complimentary pieces, only to be met with the reply “Oh, I just discovered them in my travels…” or some other nonsensical vagaries? Well I like…

Rummer Loving Happened So Fast

If you’ve driven around Portland, Oregon you’ve seen them. There are at least a couple hundred scattered throughout the residential neighborhoods that surround the city. Their sleek, gabled rooflines, clerestory windows, vaulted entranceways illuminated by globe pendant lights, and carports that sometimes house swanky vehicles like old Mercedes SLs, Dodge Dart Swingers, and maybe even…

Kitschy Kitschy Bang Bang

Marty McFly was duped. You don’t need a time machine to see what it was like to live in the middle part of last century. All you need are a few hours on a Saturday morning at some estate sales, and you’ll be more intimately acquainted with those bygone eras than you ever thought possible.…

Escutcheon! Gesundheit.

I didn’t even know what an escutcheon was until we bought our house and discovered this place. After every visit we always say we aren’t going to come back again next weekend. We argue with ourselves that we already HAVE enough projects, and the last thing we need are more random retro items taking up space…