Showing posts with label Thriftfinds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thriftfinds. Show all posts

Friday, April 2, 2010

Free Moustache Rides!!!


Scored this old tshirt at the thriftstore last night.... If I met the guys in CCR I'd have to give it to them for the best moustache!If any of you boys out there have awesome facial hair and want it.. you might be able to talk me out of it... with some pics...dirty pics. Ok, ok...clean will do.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Ulalume, Thriftfinds & Projects.


Last night I took some Oil Cloth and fixed up one of my antler sets. I guess I should have taken a before pic-duh. I covered the rotting, crusty skull with oil cloth as well. I think it turned out pretty cool. Below is a cape I found at the thriftstore. I will be putting it on ebay soon. It's pretty damn cool-look at the cape Nico is wearing in the video below. She's reading Edgar Allen Poe Ulalume



The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere -
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir -
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Here once, through and alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul -
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll -
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate climes of the pole -
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere -
Our memories were treacherous and sere, -
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!) -
We noted not the dim lake of Auber
(Though once we had journeyed down here) -
Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn -
As the star-dials hinted of morn -
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn -
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said: "She is warmer than Dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs -
She revels in a region of sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion
To point us the path to the skies -
To the Lethean peace of the skies -
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes -
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes."

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said: "Sadly this star I mistrust -
Her pallor I strangely mistrust:
Ah, hasten! -ah, let us not linger!
Ah, fly! -let us fly! -for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust -
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust -
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied: "This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybilic splendour is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty tonight! -
See! -it flickers up the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright -
We safely may trust to a gleaming,
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom -
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb -
By the door of a legended tomb;
And I said: "What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?"
She replied: "Ulalume -Ulalume -
'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere -
As the leaves that were withering and sere;
And I cried: "It was surely October
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed -I journeyed down here! -
That I brought a dread burden down here -
On this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon hath tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber -
This misty mid region of Weir -
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir." from here

Monday, August 17, 2009

Thriftscores! Ebay

It's bring your 3 dogs to work day bcuz your air conditioner at home broke and it's 95 degrees inside the house EVEN at night. We're hoping it's just the freon-my friend Mone's supposed to come back over if he has some available, otherwise we'll have to pay somebody. Hopefully it's not the compressor, if that's the case we are screwed. I guess we could just buy window units. Anywaysssss... the weekend was ok. Friday I stayed in and recovered from Thursday. Saturday I hit up an estate sale (sucked) and a giant yardsale at the Celebrity Theatre (sucked). Went to a few thriftstores and scored all this stuff there for $40! I'm still debating if I should sell the chandelier. I really have no use for it since I'm a renter and I could use the extra money. Most of the stuff below will be going on Ebay. Saturday night we had MC/DC. We tried to make pizza but the crust recipe I got for Pizzeria Bianco crust didn't rise? It was SO gross!! I fell asleep at the bar while listening to a super loud band that I wasn't too into and then we got busted by the cops for drinking and hanging out at the abandoned house on the hill. They just told us to leave-Thank GOD! HA. Ya know it seems as if I can never get ahead either, I get some extra cash and then the air goes out-never fails.. it's just disappointing.

I'm keeping these 3 for now. The vintage Levi's denim shirt is awesome.

Some of the stuff i've had -but all from the same thriftstore. I need to clean the closets out so some of that is above as well. I will keep you updated as to when they are listed-remember, i'm a slacker! In the mean time you can check out Emily's stuff here and here

Monday, November 17, 2008

Little Things

My Ruby loves to hang her head out the window.

1940's doll set.

1938 Haensel and Gretel book..

1930's Birds of America 3 book set. This morning a hummingbird came about 2 feet from my head, I love hummingbirds.