Showing posts with label Collecting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Collecting. Show all posts

12 September 2015

Christie's Antique and Vintage Show

Today was a long day that was a long time in the making.

Several months ago I was reading the latest post on one of my favourite blogs (see it here), and discovered the existence of Christie's Antique Show. Well, as soon as I saw the photo of an entire table covered in jadeite (AKA jadite, green milk glass, or that awesome green stuff...) I set the date in my calendar.

Yay antiques!

Today the big day finally arrived and the SO and I set forth to Hamilton (about an hour west of Toronto), coffees in hand and excitement rising (okay, I was excited; he was wondering how he got suckered into this). Despite getting turned around in the wilds of Hamilton (at one point we saw a valley with numerous plumes of smoke/steam rising, which led to comparisons with Isengard and jokes about Orcs), we made pretty good time to the show.

If I hadn't already pre-bought the tickets, I might just have turned around and gone home at the sight of all the cars lined up to get in. I don't like lines. Or crowds. Or small groups. But jadeite is a powerful motivator so we forged ahead (another Isengard reference for you). I'm so glad we did. The lines and crowds really weren't bad, and there was so much to see. Tons of glassware and metal signs, a surprising number of vintage wooden crates, some great furniture pieces, plenty of Canadiana. Some weird stuff too, like an actual life-size mugwump from David Cronenberg's movie Naked Lunch. If you thought those things were creepy onscreen, you have no idea (I should've stopped to ask where they got it or how much they were asking).

And there was lots of jadeite. Two places with large selections, and a few with smaller offerings or only a couple of pieces. The shock was the prices. Why didn't I start buying this stuff years ago when I fell in love with it and it wasn't super popular? Now everyone's into it and the prices reflect that. Sigh. I should probably just wait until it's out of fashion again. But I couldn't resist getting a couple of pieces anyway. I'm stupid like that. Keep reading for pictures of the show and to see what I ended up getting...

The tents beckoning in the distance...

Jadeite in all its glory, along with accompanying sticker shock

Awesome little dollhouse. Note the bird and nest on the window ledge, as well as the letters in the mailbox.

old-school gas pump


The table of jadeite that lured me to the show in the first place

The show was being held at Christie Lake Conservation Area.



John McClane would be so jealous...

Big Boy indeed--this thing was taller than the corner of the tent.

What's better than Bohemian glass?

That's right--two Bohemian glasses.

I was so excited to take the picture, I didn't notice the glass was wet. Sorry about the spots.

I couldn't resist this set of three covered dishes. All the jadeite I got today is 1940s era. Side note: the table cloth is one I got at the market in Carpentras, Provence.
Fire-King sticker still there 70 years later
A better view of the design on the lid. Not sure how the colour ended up so off in this shot.
The best part is how it glows when the light hits it

Shadow stopped by to see what I was up to and then promptly got distracted by everything else.
You can see this flour shaker in the first jadeite market shot above. I especially liked it because I actually needed something like this. It's a darker green than the other pieces too--extra pretty.

Another useful piece. I justify my magpie tendencies by at least trying to get things that are useful and not just dust collectors (although I have more than enough of those too...)

All my loot. Can't wait for the next show!


 
Oh, and we ended our visit by treating ourselves to some mini donuts, made on the spot and tossed in powdered sugar. Those were worth the trip on their own...
 
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25 February 2012

This Is My Home

This Is My Home from Mark on Vimeo.



Well, not really my home--but that of Anthony Pisano. I was interested in the home that looked like an antiques shop but what really intrigued me once I started watching was the spirit and outlook of Mr. Pisano. Come to think of it, he's not unlike Maude from Harold and Maude. Here is a person who truly embraces life and his fellow humans. As an introvert and a product of a generation that always lock their doors I can only envy Mr. Pisano's easy openness. But maybe I'll be able to take the headphones off one of these days and connect with a stranger or two. Not a bad idea for all of us to attempt. Thank you, Mr. Pisano--the world needs more of you.

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03 January 2012

On a Silver Platter

 

I believe in an afterlife. I also believe my parents are there together and that they watch over me, including this past Christmas.

The SO and I were over at my sister's place on the 24th. It was a low-key day in light of losing our mom this past March, but we wanted to see each other for the holiday. She and I had been talking a couple of days beforehand about some of the boxes still sitting in her basement from our parents' move (in 1999 they sold their house and started splitting their time between my sister's place and Greece). My sister thought there were only bar glasses in the boxes and when I mentioned it to the SO he thought we could use them if my sister didn't want them (the fact that they're still in boxes after all this time is a pretty good sign that she doesn't). So while we were there on the 24th I decided I'd take home a couple of framed needlepoints my mom had told me she wanted me to have, as well as a box of the bar glasses.

My sister chose the particular box she did because my dad had written on it and she felt sentimental seeing his handwriting. When we checked to see what was inside we were completely surprised. Instead of barware the box was full of gorgeous trays and platters! Not having seen them in so long I'd assumed they were either in Greece or mixed in with my sister's stuff.

Since sis didn't need any more serving ware (there are benefits to getting married) she kindly let me have the entire box. Now, you have to understand how much I love this stuff. I inherited my mom's taste and over the years she's given me all kinds of household items (either new or her old pieces) and I cherish all of it (especially the old pieces). I thought I already had everything I'd be getting. So to find and receive all these lovely items out of nowhere... it definitely feels like my parents sent me a Christmas gift. I guess I'll have to entertain more often now so I can put everything to good use (or else just start making more things that can be served on platters)...

It was perfect timing to get the turkey platter, as the SO and I were making a turkey dinner on the 25th:


 

I've fallen in love with this piece--it's a silver Lazy Susan tray with a covered divided glass-and-silver dish that sits in the middle of it. I didn't have anything like this before and I can't wait to use it:

 

I also love this tray. I think it would be perfect for cupcakes!

 

From top left to right: silver footed tray; turkey platter; cut crystal platter; etched glass platter; silver and glass Lazy Susan; glass platter with beaded edging. There was also a smaller oval stoneware platter that had seen better days so I'm using that as the dish under one of my plants. The rope of beads is actually an oversized string of worry beads that my cousin picked up for me in Thessaloniki (I believe they're supposed to bring good fortune to the house). My mom also made the crushed velvet tablecloth for me after I saw a photo of a similar one in Betsey Johnson's house and thought it was the awesomest tablecloth ever (I'm still pretty damn fond of it). It's amazing how much of my mom is in this house, whether directly or otherwise. No matter what I know my parents will always be with me.

 

And a gratuitous shot of my Yule tree because I finally managed to get a nice photo of it :)

Photos by Whimsy Bower 

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07 September 2009

Iconic

I have a confession to make: I love icons. No, not Elvis and Marilyn--religious icons (although, I think there's an argument to be made that Elvis and Marilyn still count). 

I love the (Greek Orthodox) religious icons I grew up with, the ones I saw at church and in my relatives' homes. Most people who know about my collection assume I'm particularly devout, or superstitious, or a little wacky (funny that no one actually asks what the deal is), but those who know me well know that, to me, icons are art. Elaborate, gilt- and silver-laden, occasionally morbid art. I love Orthodox and Catholic churches for the same reason, even as my practical side winces at the money that's gone into all that stained glass and gold. I hope money keeps going into it, too. The tradition of over-the-top, exalted beauty like this needs to endure. Anyway, it's not healthy to always be practical. 

I thought I'd share a few highlights of my icon collection, some of which I inherited, some I bought, and some I even made. I do apologize for the quality of some of the photos--my camera is having issues. Hope you enjoy (click on photos to enlarge)... 

Yes, that is a Last Supper needlepoint front and centre. It's actually one of the first I completed, done in half-stitch on a pre-printed canvas cloth, as is the preferred Greek style of embroidery (known as "kedima"). My parents were going on a trip to Greece, where the canvas designs are far cheaper than in Canada, and offered to pick me up a few. I really wanted something in a Renaissance style, but the only one I could come up with as an example that my parents would have known was Da Vinci's Last Supper. So that's what I ended up getting. My skills were still pretty raw, so it's not the best job, but it is a good anchor to the collection. 

By the time I completed this needlepoint, which I picked out myself on my last trip to Greece, my skills had improved quite a bit. This is Saint (or "Hagio") Pandaleimon (his name is even shortened to Pan/mon on the icon because it's so long!). He's not the most well-known saint, and I really just chose him because he wasn't Jesus or the Virgin Mary and I liked the colours. 

Now this is my most recent and one of my absolute favourite icons. I picked it up at the One of a Kind Craft Show and Sale a few months back, at Utility Grade's booth. I love her work in general, and her subjects range across the board to everything from saints to sock monkeys. The minute I saw this icon of Saint Michael, I knew I had to have it. 

Charms hanging from L to R: Scales of justice, St. Michael medallion, sword, dragon, cross. 

 Now this actually is my favourite icon. It belonged to my father and it's of his namesake saint, Konstantinos (as well as Konstantinos's wife, Eleni). My dad had it at least since the 1950s when my grandmother (his mom) sent it to him in Canada (and she probably had in her house for a while before that). The picture actually seems to be the standard for Konstantinos and Eleni icons, but I've never seen a frame like that anywhere else. 

Hagio Nikolas icons are everywhere in Greece. He's probably the most popular next to Jesus and Mary. Silver icons are also easy to find, although on the pricey side. 

The mini icons used to hang over my bed when I was a child. 

The one to the left is a metal and mother-of-pearlish material with a Virgin Mary holding baby Jesus. The one to the right depicts the resurrection (although I never realized it when I was a kid--it always seemed vaguely creepy to me). 

This style of icon is common and affordable in Greece--paint on wood. I should mention that all the Greek icons are actually approved by the Church as authentic. The next time I go I'm heading to a shop I found outside of Mystras and splurging on a custom icon (the saint of your choice!) by an artist who makes the icons you find in churches and monasteries. My relatives go to Greece and shop for shoes and jewellery. I go and shop for religious paraphernalia. I get some odd looks at Customs. The icon above is of the Archangels, Michael and Gabriel. 

This icon is unusual--made from a piece of olive wood (when paganism and Christianity combine! Olive being the sacred tree of Athena, of course). It was a gift from my grandmother's neighbour, a truly lovely lady. 

This icon is definitely not church approved: I made it years ago. The background is tissue paper. The frame is from one of those stores that perpetually have "going out of business" sales. And the picture is a postcard of St. George my parents gave me. The starving student's guide to making icons! 

The Virgin and Child on the left was a gift. I'm not sure now where the crucifix came from (probably also a gift). The oil burner is one my family had for years and which I found disassembled and buried in a drawer. Did I mention my immediate family don't quite share my love of iconography? 

Another paint on wood icon--this is probably the most common design you'll find in Greece. Don't get excited about that apparent glow over Jesus' heart--that's just a bit of glare from the window and the camera. 

Another elaborate silver icon, you can get a better glimpse of the workmanship in this photo. These silver icons aren't supposed to tarnish, but this one didn't get the memo. I'm still trying to figure out how to clean it without ruining their faces. I'm curious: what are your unusual/unconventional collections?

20 September 2008

Obsessed with Collecting

Photo by Tea Creative │ Soo Chung on Unsplash
 

I'm a collector--can't help it; I have packrat genes. Luckily, the neat freak genes keep things more or less under control, but there are some things I just cannot resist. Books, of course; my house is like a mini library. I also love ceramics and porcelain. I'd have dozens of sets of dishes if I could get away with it (and none of them plain white), as well as cake stands, mixing bowls, sugar bowls, mugs, pitchers... 

I have an obsession with tea paraphernalia. I don't even drink that much tea, but I've got to buy pretty teapots and cups (and anything else tea-related, as well). I must have been a Brit in a past life. 

My other major fixation is fabrics. Whether in the form of sheets, tablecloths, napkins, aprons, handkerchiefs, towels, curtain panels, throw pillows, or just plain yards from the fabric store, I love fabric. Give me a pretty design (embroidery, brocade, toile, stripes, checks, polka dots, florals...), an interesting texture, or a vibrant colour and I'm good. Better than, in fact. No doubt this particular infatuation comes from growing up around bits and piles of my mom's sewing material (come to think of it, I like buttons too, and pincushions...) 

So, what are your collecting obsessions?

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