We've been a little under the weather around here. Back among the living today and thought I would show off just a few thrift finds and a couple of other fun things.
About a month ago I found a vintage globe at a local antique mall. They had it priced at $14.95. I didn't think that price was too bad, but I wasn't willing to pay what they were asking when it wasn't something I needed anyway.
Fast forward to a lovely weekend trip with Victoria and our other sister Beth last weekend. We went to a Goodwill in another part of town and I found this lovely old dusty vintage globe for...
$1.91!!! Now that I was willing to pay. It is all grungy and has paper peeling off---I love it. The apothecary jar was a Ross find for $4.99. Add some of Chloe's rock collection, and it works just fine.
A .25 plate hung with burlap ribbon over a thrifted ceiling medallion that I found for a buck.
The old book is a little family treasure. It doesn't belong to me, but I have had if for a long, long time. It is my mom's and is very old and vintage yummy. Many of you --esp. you silhouette lovers-- would go bonkers to see the beautiful illustrations that abound. Oh such wonderfulness! This is a book about the poet James Whitcomb Riley. Here is the old swimmin' hole illustration
Here is his poem.
The Old Swimmin' Hole
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep
Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,
And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below
Sounded like the laugh of something we onc't ust to know
Before we could remember anything but the eyes
Of the angels lookin' out as we left Paradise;
But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,
And it's hard to part ferever with the old swimmin'-hole.
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! In the happy days of yore,
When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,
Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tide
That gazed back at me so gay and glorified,
It made me love myself, as I leaped to caress
My shadder smilin' up at me with sich tenderness.
But them days is past and gone, and old Time's tuck his toll
From the old man come back to the old swimmin'-hole.
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! In the long, lazy days
When the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways,
How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,
Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so plane
You could tell by the dent of the heel and the sole
They was lots o' fun on hands at the old swimmin'-hole.
But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow roll
Like the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin'-hole.
Thare the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,
And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;
And it mottled the worter with amber and gold
Tel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;
And the snake-feeder's four gauzy wings fluttered by
Like the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,
Or a wownded apple-blossom in the breeze's controle
As it cut acrost some orchard to'rds the old swimmin'-hole.
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! When I last saw the place,
The scenes was all changed, like the change in my face;
The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spot
Whare the old divin'-log lays sunk and fergot.
And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be --
But never again will theyr shade shelter me!
And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,
And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin'-hole.
James Whitcomb Riley
Mirror that you've seen before was $10.00 at a flea market we go to every year.
Starfish--Michaels with a coupon last year. My first apothecary jar-also a Ross find-with shells from Victoria's trip to the beach last year. Another candle stick, $1.21 at GW, a thrifted picture for a buck and old books that my hubby and I always pick up a yard sales and junk stores for a song finish up the mantel.
Hope you enjoyed my thrifty finds. Judging by the amount of allergy medicine making its way into my cabinet, spring has definitely sprung in GA.