Thomas Kincade and other things that make you cringe (homeowner, candle, space)
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This is one of the funniest threads I've read in a long time, and I'm only on Page 28.
Regarding matchy-matchy furniture, after my BF and I bought our home and then had a housewarming party, my dad gave us a gift of cash so we could finally buy a matching living room furniture set, LOL. (We had very selectively chosen our different pieces of furniture, in different colors.)
This thread is so funny!
I'm not a fan of antiques either. However, there's a continuum. An interesting table in good shape=0 on the creepy scale. Unidentified rusty farm implements that look like torture devices=10.
Growing up, we had these things all over the place. Every random tool was made into a piece of furniture or decorative item. We had the bottom half of a sewing machine as a table--I used to pump the foot pump. It looked like the lovechild of a farm museum and Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, conceived on an evening that included peyote.
A dentist I used to go to, his wife collected antiques. Their waiting room walls were filled with these types of items. Really comforting.
wow wish youd have taken a picture... I want one of those...in the 70s I remember almost everyone in Glasgow had wood panelling on their walls and I mean everywhere, , bathrooms too.. I even went to the time and expense to varnish mine to give it an extra edge.. the bathroom was pine. the living room darker colour on two walls... and one wall in my kitchen in pine... wow was I one lucky lady back then... with all that elegance. My hubby even did the outside door, and it became a talking point. so much that neighbours were putting orders in to have theirs done ..
Oh, the old waterbeds. Yikes. I had one that had a small leak in it. Hubby and I slept on it when I was pregnant. What a nightmare trying to get out of that thing with a big old baby belly. Especially when it didn't have enough water in it! I'd flop and roll and try to get "waves" going to propel me out of bed. I was lying on it with hot, wet towels over my painful, swollen breasts, reading a Calvin and Hobbes book, laughing my hiney off, when I went into labor. It took me at least 10 minutes to extricate myself from that monstrosity. I think we ended up burning it. Not at that moment, of course, because that would be rather an odd thing to do while in labor.
We had the bottom half of a sewing machine as a table--I used to pump the foot pump.
We had one of those treadle sewing machines (yes I had to look up the name) when I was growing up, an antique from some relative, used as a desk. The machine was gone but it had little drawers on either side, the top could be lifted up and the inside used for storage. As a child fidgeter, I used to pump the foot pump while doing homework. I'm not generally a huge fan of antiques but would probably buy one of those if I saw it because it was unique and functional.
I'll tell on myself again. I still have one of those sewing machine bases. I got it from my mother long, long, ago. It has the pump foot (treadle?) with the word "Singer" on it and the big wheel looking thing that goes around and around.
It was one of those trash to treasure things for me. My mother picked it up when someone was leaving it for trash pickup . I cleaned it up, painted the base, put a glass top on it, and use it in my sunroom.
I learned to sew - sort of - on my grandmother's treadle sewing machine when I was about five or six. I remember making little bags out of two pieces of scrap material sewn together along a U-shaped curve. My mother then sewed a turned over "tunnel" hem at the top, ran some sort of cord or perhaps ribbon through it, and bingo! A little drawstring totebag in which I could keep my treasures resulted.
I'm sure I was closely supervised at this task, since I didn't run the needle through my finger, but alas, my early interest in sewing didn't "take". But I do have my other grandmother's treadle sewing machine, however, so maybe I will renew my early childhood activity someday. A local sewing center tells me that the machine's drive bands are still available to replace stretched or broken original bands. Who knows what sort of "decorative" items I might create??
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It looked like the lovechild of a farm museum and Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, conceived on an evening that included peyote.
