Wednesday, February 24, 2010

WHAT EVERY GOOD JUNKER KNOWS...

"Junk: a haphazard assorted collection of discarded remains of unrelated items of little value - to the untrained eye."

-Miss Sandy-
(Project peek - FINISHED nature quote book!)

What every good junker knows is this: that true beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all junk has potential! My case in point, I have been trying to train Handy Hubby in the fine art of junking. His poor untrained eye cannot see past what an object is to what it has the possibility to become. Most of the time he just sees junk.
For my Valentine's treat he took a half day off work on the Friday before Valentine's so we could spend the afternoon together. He wanted to take me on a junking date. I suggested a big antique mall about 45 minutes from here because it has a great mix of what I like and what he likes so we would both enjoy browsing.In the very first booth I was kicking up my heels with glee! I found a plastic bag full of vintage photos in wonderful paper frames. Handy Hubby wrinkled up his nose and said he would not buy those and why would you even want old photos of someone else's ancestors. See, I told you, he needs lots of education.I didn't bother to explain, I just shoved the photos in his hand so I could snag another little gem, a set of sweet bisque place card holders in the original box still bearing the label as sold at Mary Roth Originals in Little Rock, AR. The set is mix matched but who cares when they are so sweet?I piled on other items of a little faux green pearl necklace, a child's bird book, a pair of silhouettes, and lastly a set of the most chippy perfect bookends ever! These things could be used as a weapon, they are filled with some sort of metal weights. I also found a perfectly rusty patina pink candy tin for 75% off with the junk inside for free!I could see the wheels turning in the mind of my poor package carrier as he puzzled over each squeal of delight as I piled him with my junk finds. By the time we got to the check out he still thought the stuffy old ancestors needed to return to their shelf until the clerk gasp at such a find for such a price, $1.50 for a dozen photos. She asked if we knew how much just one of these photos goes for in our area and I just smiled and said yes I did. Poor clueless Handy Hubby said he never would have bought them.
She said the lady who brought in the bookends marked them so low because they were in such bad shape that they probably would not sell - ah, another poor uneducated junker. Some of the booths were having sales so our grand total was $7.00! Handy Hubby said I was cheap date.Our next stop netted a bird in a nest for me and some kind of truck part tailgate thing-a-ma-bob for him and we called it a day ending with dinner at a favorite restaurant and a dozen red roses. Over dinner I tried to explain what every junker knows - rust is not crust it is patina, chippy is spiffy, cracks are never whacked, mix matched is perfect, bling is king, old is gold, tattered and battered pings and dings are character, and everybody just loves instant ancestors. He still did not get it.I didn't think it was the right time to expose him to junkers overload so I let him off the hook on my next excursion which netted four half size ledgers, I gave one to a friend, a crazy wooden candle holder (hopefully it will turn into an art doll in the future), a trio of vintage tins, cork coasters (using the back side for a project), a couple of shaker lids, and a couple of vintage metal receipt holders (more project fodder).I also decided that this shortsighted man would never appreciate a doll part ballet...Where dancing feet pirouetted across sheet music to a tune that only I could hear...Where these boots were made for walking to the march of a different beat...Where little Betty Blue lost her other shoe and hopped about upon one foot...
Her antics cracked the audience up...
They laughed themselves silly and lost their heads...Pulling themselves together enough in the end for a hearty round of applause...
Now this next junk story he will get and appreciate when I tell him about it over dinner tonight. I needed a box for an art project so yesterday I dropped in a favorite antique store that carries lots of primitives knowing they would probably have what I was looking for. I quickly found the perfect box. The only catch was I had to buy the box and its contents. The tag said "old wooden box with plane parts." I took a quick peek at the rusty assortment of parts in the box and thought to myself, now what in the world am I going to do with air plane parts. I made the purchase and headed home.

When I actually unpacked the box contents, I laughed myself silly, they were not air plane parts but plane, the wood working tool, parts. How I even thought an air plane part would fit in such a small box is beyond me. I have never once claimed to be the brightest bulb in the box and this proves it.
When I show Handy Hubby the parts, he will see a plain for smoothing wood, nothing more and nothing less. He will want to reassemble it to its original condition so it can once again serve its original purpose. I will not. He will not get my vision, but he gets me, he will let me run with my flights of fancy cheering me on and even lending a helping hand along the way.

When I look at the parts I will see potential projects, interesting artifacts, rusty crusty perfection in the haphazard collection of discarded remains of unrelated items of little value that to the untrained eye just look like junk. I will see the usefulness and beauty beyond what lies in front of me where the flight of imagination can make these things anything I dream them to be. And that is what my guy sees in me, a beautiful mess of parts and pieces, some interesting, some rusty and crusty, a pretty haphazard collection of humanity.
What every good junkers knows is that nothing is what it seems, everything has potential, and beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder. Maybe I don't need to train him as a junker, he does after all have pretty good vision, he knows on the surface I am not what I seem and he believes with his whole heart that I have the potential to do or be anything I desire. He knows that I march to the beat of a different drum and allows me to dance though my days with creative fun. He lets me be me with all my imperfections and quirks. He sees my usefulness despite my scattered brokenness. For that I am eternally grateful. Perhaps it is me who is the student and he who is the teacher, for when he looks at me, he never just sees junk.

Blessings,
Miss Sandy

P.S. I hope this post will tide you over for a few days as I am taking a small break to actually focus on completing all my unfinished projects. The next three days are going to be one huge craft-a-thon! Hopefully I will be back by the weekend, if not, have a great one and I will see you next week.

21 comments:

Peridots Garden Blog said...

What a treasure trove! So many NEAT items!

My Mr. B goes with me on my treasure hunts and I always hear the same thing..."What can you do with that?" Then we get home and the fun begins...he invariably comes to me later and always compliments me on the "treasure"!

Thank you for sparking my treasure hunting engine...tomorrow is going to be a busy day...I've just got that funny feeling...something is out there waiting patiently for me to pick it up, bring it home and love it forever!

Sandy

Bonita said...

What a fun post!

I love to go junking too, only I'm really careful these days. I don't have your artful, creative eye. When I get it home it mostly all looks like junk.

Love the silhouettes and those instant ancestors. I'm always on the lookout for old photos. I'm not sure what the draw is, maybe because I dream of stories of their lives.

Have a fun craft-a-thon! Sometimes a girl like you just has to seal herself off from the world and get all those artsy ideas out of her system. I totally get that only mine is always with words, not art.

Sharon said...

Another delightful post. I think for sure our DH's are related! Have fun creating

TinyBear said...

OOoohhhhh - those finds are fantastic - LOVE those old photos and all the doll parts too. All your finds are so great Sandy - I wish we had such great flea markets or antique malls over here.
Hugs, Tina

JD said...

Junk? They looked like treasures to me...

LiLi M. said...

Hahaha Sandy you just crack me up! You should consider writing a tutorial for husbands about junking! I think most husbands are the same and they probably use the same vocabulary too: We don't need anything...what are you going to do with THAT and the one I like most: 'oh still that much?' when I tell my husband proudly at what great prize I bought something. (Lesson one: never let him guess if you don't want to be disappointed!
Have fun crafting!

Lori said...

Miss Sandy, you found the best junk...i esp love the little leg with the blue sock and black shoe!!! so cute:) the old photos are wonderful too!!!

Terri said...

Terrific post and what great treasures. Loving the balerina legs.

daysease said...

Quote upon new-favorite quote. Dear Miss Sandy, what a brilliant post. Another "be still my heart" one. I love your treasures. I would not have had an eye for some of what you chose, but... I loved over half of them as much as you must. I so look forward to seeing coming projects using these. Love to come over here to this blog. So fun and inspirational. :-)

My favorite quotes which I am posting on my blog...

"...rust is not crust it is patina, chippy is spiffy, cracks are never whacked, mix matched is perfect, bling is king, old is gold, tattered and battered pings and dings are character, and everybody just loves instant ancestors."

and...

When I look at the parts I will see potential projects, interesting artifacts, rusty crusty perfection in the haphazard collection of discarded remains of unrelated items of little value that to the untrained eye just look like junk. I will see the usefulness and beauty beyond what lies in front of me where the flight of imagination can make these things anything I dream them to be. And that is what my guy sees in me, a beautiful mess of parts and pieces, some interesting, some rusty and crusty, a pretty haphazard collection of humanity.

And...

"What every good junkers knows is that nothing is what it seems, everything has potential, and beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder." (Actually, I love the WHOLE paragraph!)

I love how you used this post as a metaphor to the differences that make up you and your husband and the beauty that is created by it... That IS beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing... really, truly. And what a beautiful Nature Quote Book!!!

Diane said...

Miss Sandy, it sounds like that Hubby of yours is a "keeper", vision or not for junque!

And...the main part of that plane has some really pretty embossed details on it! I think you got more than just the box! ;-)

Diane

Vee said...

Actually, I am so in need of an education myself. I never see the beauty beyond the junk and when a shop is just a jumble...my OCD threatens to blow sky high. I've so enjoyed your tips and I am working on stretching my limited focus. Margo has helped me a lot with that and now you, too.

Mildred said...

Sandy, what a fun post. I sure wish I could go with you on an expedition. Have fun crafting!

Linda said...

This was so fun to read and see!

The only part that always makes me sad is the old photographs... I think about these treasures that I have from my own family and it saddens me to think that some future descendant wouldn't think enough to keep and cherish these items and that they would end up in a shop. My personality is as such that I would NEVER part with any of my old family photos and I've tried desperately to instill this in my daughter as well. Though, I realize down the line, after I'm gone, who knows where everything will end up?

Anyway, I enjoyed reading about your finds and hope you have a blessed weekend,

Linda

Laura Ingalls Gunn said...

Ah, he and Mr. Decor are cut from the same cloth. I purchased a beautiful wreck of a piece on Craigslist for $20 and he thought I paid to much.
I am almost finished with the transformation and he is once again, amazed. :)

Shopgirl said...

There are no words, what a treasure trove of wonderful JUNK!!!! I love the stuff that no one else would see or care about too. I know you are having just to much fun....Have a great weekend, Mary Junk junkie!

DWhiteCreations said...

I can't get over the price of the photos. What a thrill!

Vintage Blue Studio said...

This post sums up junking perfectly. And the photos were pure eye candy.

Ragamuffin Gal said...

Miss Sandy ~
Your "finds" are a beautiful sight to behold! I cannot wait to see how you will use all of those treasures. It is about time for me to take the winter snowflake wreath off the blue door and put your wonderful nest assemblage up. I think I will do that this weekend. You are such a beautiful artist Sandy. Many blessings!

sonya said...

Hi Sandy~
God has truly given you so many gifts. And I am so thankful that you are willing to share them with us! You are such an inspiration to me and I always look forward to reading your post. Thank you again dear one.
My husband doesn't get my treasure that I find either but he is learning to just go with the flow.
I love your nature quote book. Have a great SONday.

Sonya

Mélanie said...

They don't look like junk to me, they look beautiful, they are old treasures we have to cherish. In few years, our plastic will don't look the same

Vickie said...

Miss Sandy, beautifully written! Love the analogy to yourself - I'm somewhat of a mishmash, too, and after 32 years of marriage, my husband is still trying to figure me out! Why, I'm still trying to figure myself out!

I can't wait to see what beautiful creations you come up with - I just love the doll legs dancing across the sheet music AND the little birdy in the nest AND those fabulously chippy bookends! What a find. Good luck with Somerset! We'll all be waiting with anticipation to hear something back!

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