Decor

I am very good at two things: finding home furnishings on the street, and telling people I just met what celebrity they look like.

Every single piece of furniture in Zack’s and my apartment has been given to us from my parents, Craiglisted or picked from the curb. Except for this gem:

…which we bought from IKEA in Houston for $59.99.

The vintage hoosier table was purchased by my parents from an antique fair in upstate New York, and was refinished by my grandpa. It served as my family’s kitchen table for awhile, and then spent some time in the room above our garage, always covered by a table cloth to protect the wood finish from blunt burns or beer spills. Now I cover it with four lime green crocheted plastic place mats my mom bought for me from Urban Outfitters when I moved into Burrowes Corner, spring of junior year.

The fancy Victorian green velvet chair that everyone loves to fawn over was found on Hunters Lane, by my mother, in front of the small house where the two big ladies live. It had a crack in the seat, which we half-giggled about, and Zack fixed it with wood glue.

The rug is from Zack’s granddad. Thick and heavy and Oriental (if it’s not PC to say Oriental, what do you say?), it covers most of the living room floor and hides dirt a little too well.

The mosaic coffee table and simple black bookshelf were Craigslist finds (Dallas and Philadelphia, respectively.) My white wood dresser was purchased from a man on 18th and Pine, the “entertainment system” from a kid somewhere in northeast Philly.

The tiled glass corner table, sandwiched between the couch and the love seat, was waiting for us outside on the curb when Zack and I moved into our first Philadelphia apartment on 21st and South.

Over the summer, on 3rd and Catharine, I found an original print by a man named Harry Anderson. It’s signed with pencil, ’77, and has an image of two cowgirls (or boys) holding each other. The quote on top reads: “I’D SAY this is not a job for an amateur. Yes…I’m on  your side. Yes.” I have Googled all of these words with all different descriptions and cannot find anything like it. Harry Anderson, however, does have a Wikipedia page and apparently paints a lot of Jesus. A lot of stuff was on the curb that day- an older woman who could no longer take care of herself was being sent to a home. The man unloading her apartment told me to take whatever I wanted. Aside from a small water stain, I think the painting could be worth something.

On the same block about two weeks ago, I found two decorative bundles of tall bamboo sticks bound with rope. Right now they’re standing next to the bookshelf. I have no idea where to put them. Zack thinks they’re silly.

The matching nightstands in our bedroom were purchased for us, by my mother, at the Clover Market in Bryn Mawr, just weeks before I moved to Texas. I knew that we’d never be able to transport them there, but I loved them so much and convinced myself that I’d be back on the east coast eventually. They’re vintage, painted slate blue, with cabinets and bronze hardware and smaller pull-out drawers on top. I keep medicines and creams and pens in the drawer (just call me Leone Kur) and my notebooks (every notebook I’ve written in since 2004) in the cabinet. “They’ll be waiting for you,” my mother said when she bought them from the antique seller at the market. “I’ll keep them in the upstairs hallway.” We piled them in the U-Haul at our Hunters Lane pit stop after the 25 hour drive from Houston to Philadelphia.

I found our couches on 4th and Fitzwater, about a month after moving to Queen Village. Our old couch (also found on Hunters Lane) and love seat (Craiglist, Dallas) were not what we wanted any longer (too shallow and too discolored from the sun, respectively) and Zack and I had been discussing buying something…new. But then I was walking home from work one day and stumbled upon these seeming leather goods with a simple sign that read “FREE!” I sat down on the couch and sunk into the seat. It was burning hot from sitting in the sun, and I did a little happy dance with my butt. They matched. They felt great. They fit perfectly. And they were going to cost us nothing at all.

I waited on the couch for about an hour for Zack to get home with his car. A couple people drove by, asking “Are you taking both of those?” and “Is that yours?” “Yes!” I screamed. “They’re mine!” Zack and I loaded one into his Jeep while I sat on the other. Couldn’t take any chances.

Turns out they aren’t leather, and they sink a little too much which means your ass hurts after too many hours of watching television, but they’re pretty good, for now.

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7 thoughts on “Decor

  1. I never, never buy new furniture. The only pieces of furniture that I bought new are my desk chair (bought for college dorm) and my bed. I am a thriftier and craigslister. After thrifting for just about everything I see no reason to buy new. Too many good deals on interesting pieces, and plus it’s like sustainable. I’d love to make a list of where or how I got all of my shit.

  2. You are a natural “picker”- great finds! Would love to see pics, especially of your matching nightstands purchased at Clover Market in Ardmore, PA! I am a vendor there, and wonder if your mom bought them from us- Nannygoat Antiques & Vintage?

    1. I’m actually not sure what vendor we bought them from! It was a middle-aged man who sold them to us, though. I believe they were $95. I don’t have a picture right now (technology issues) but if I can get a hold of one soon I promise to send it along! Thanks for the comment!

  3. Hi! I have the same print by Harry Anderson. The one in the Wikipedia page is not the same one as the one that produced your print. Harry was a professor of mine at Moore College of Art. I can assure you, it is very unlikely he would ever do paintings of Jesus. He was much too irreverent for that. He made lamps and stuff using old fiesta ware, and was more of a sculptor and print maker. I can send you some more imagery from him, if you are interested, but I just wanted you to know. I found your article because my daughter moved away with my print, and I wanted to use the words on the print in a message to her. I googled most of what I remembered, and Harry’s name and here you are! I am curious. Where was the home of the old lady, if you can remember? Harry gave that print to a few friends in the Philadelphia area. Hope you enjoy your print!

    1. Holy. Crap! You’ve solved the mystery that’s haunted my husband and I for the last three years. I would absolutely love to see/read more of Harry Anderson. Do you know the story behind this print? The woman was on Catharine between 2nd and 3rd (closer to 3rd).

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