Sunday, September 4, 2011

Day 289/365 Feline Fuhrer

Sometimes at an estate sale, you find things that you never knew or imagine exist.

And you just can't pass them up.

Like this vintage (1950's?) photo.

Someone loved this kitty enough to take a portrait, blow it up to 8x10, frame it and then keep it for approximately 60 years.


I can't decide if his name was Adolf or Charlie.


Or if he goose-stepped with one paw raised, or toddled along in a bowler hat twirling his cane.


Or maybe he wiggled his eyebrows, chewed on his cigar, and hung out with Harpo and Chico.


Yes, I bought him. No, I have no idea why. Everyone needs an 8x10 of the Fuhrer, don't they?

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Day 288/365 Eight Small Men

Being from Appalachia means having quilting women in your family. That means having large amounts of quilts on hand, made by Mama, Grandma, Aunt Sadie, Great-Grandma, and in this case, myself.

When living in Minnesota, this is a good thing, since it's nothing to have five quilts on the bed at one time. However, relocating to Virginia means *not* having even one quilt on the bed for nine months out of the year.

So where do you put them?

You put them here....




Because sometimes the best places come in pieces and have to be taken apart and reassembled...




Hooks, shelves and sides need removing....




The mahogany base needs cleaning...




Lion feet need polishing ( they hide wooden caster rollers)...




Skeleton keys must be fished out of the bombay drawer...




Top cap and beveled full-length mirror are removed for transport...




And whatever you do, don't lose the pegs... because the entire piece is pegged together (quality craftsmanship from 1890).



Once it's home, reassembly starts upstairs. First the base with the lion feet, casters, and drawer. Then the back and first side are pegged in and attaching screws replaced.



Then the third side...



And finally the top cap is lifted onto its pegs...the mirror door rehung...



And it's ready for...




All of this...


Which just barely fits, and it appears I already need another armoire*.



*Armoire....a freestanding closet, originating in the castles of the wealthy in Europe...one of the first exported products from America to England, due to plentiful wood in the Colonies..originally a decent sized armoire was based on the 'eight small men' system (in other words, a decent sized armoire would be able to hold eight small men. ) This system was probably invented by the lady of the castle.