Tuesday, June 07, 2011

I'm Not A Beige Person

I keep my remote controls in this old truck. My friend Ann Abeyta was with me and she talked the guy into letting me have it for 8 dollars. He wanted 10. I would have paid 20.

I keep my takeout menus in this. If I leave Los Angeles I have to move to a city with restaurants that deliver or I'll starve to death.

I found this architectual drawing of the Paris Opera by Andras Kaldor at a Salvation Army here in LA. It was 10 dollars! I was with mom when I bought it and she thought it was "horrrrrrrrrrrrible" so of course I HAD TO HAVE IT. Two years later I caught her ogling it and she said, "eeet's really beyutifool, eeznt eeet?" And no, schizophrenia doesn't run in our family. Even though we have plenty of candidates for it.

I found this thingamajig, underneath the drawing, at a thrift shop. I have no idea what it is but it was perfect for my spices. It reminds me of how I went through Alegbra 2. What the hell is this?

This is a table pinball game I found in a vintage store in Santa Barbara. So of course I hung it on a wall.

This is the same table pinball game in my living room. I inherited the two watercolors underneath it. The middle one was done by Tom Street, a Florida artist who got cancer and killed himself.

The one underneath it was from our house in Washington D.C. Meanwhile, my mom, Dad and I were all afraid of water. We like to look at it the way it should be looked at, on a wall.

I buy anything with Paris written on it.

I got this Japanese pillow off EBay. It was made in the 1950's. I entertained the troops in Tokyo and love Sapporo. I can always come up with a reason why I have to have something. Beer is as good as any.

I bought this sign in St. Petersburg, after my Dad died. Emails and texting can never replace a phone call. I feel sorry for the future.

This clock is from the legendary Pasadena Flea Market. It was made in China, when Mao was putting his picture on anything. There were only 4 of them and this one was in pristine shape. The Hollywood Bowl wanted to borrow it as a metronome but said I could keep it in my house because they could hear it from there.

And now it's all going into boxes. To be unpacked on.......


  1. Maybe opening your own vintage store is your calling! You have such cool stuff.

  2. Oh, wow....it's already June, isn't it?

    I know you'll land in the clover.

    Wish I could help...

    Shade and Sweetwater,

  3. -->I had no idea you had a fear of water. As you know, we're always in the water. It makes for an easier fall off the wagon I take every weekend.

  4. I'd say and tell you you'd make so much money on ebay...but I know you, you can't part with any of it.

    My fave? The telephone sign. THAT I'd have in my kitchen right now.

    I love it.

  5. We packed and moved ourselves last time round, and still lost stuff - we have no earthly idea how or why. Hope this doesn't happen to you. Your stuff is way cooler than ours, and I notice a lot if it has a story attached. Stories are good things to attach to stuff - way better than price tags.

  6. Wow you do have a lot of stuff, don't you?
    I agree with Jen, you could totally open a vintage store with all the cool stuff you have!

  7. No beige goin' on here. Love the truck!!!

    Hang in there kitty cat.



  8. Oh, i love how eclectic you are. Some of that stuff is awesome...and the truck? KICK ASS!

    We're def gonna meet some day...

  9. Awesome collection I bet a few of them would be worth some top dollars...run on over to LV with that pinball machine...

  10. So - where are you moving to?

  11. as a non-cook, what the hell do you need spices for? oh,yeah... drinks! :P lol

  12. I just wrote, "Paris," on a paper towel. Fifty bucks...

  13. Anonymous4:50 PM

    I wish I lived in a city where I could get take out from tons of places. I'm lazy.