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my dream house is on the market!

Guys.  I’m having a coronary.  One of my New Bedford dream houses is on the market!

I’ve never seen inside the house, only stalked it from the outside.  We used to live around the corner.  The listing doesn’t have many pictures, which is odd.  Either the kitchen and bathrooms have major issues or the realtor has her head on backwards.  9 pictures?  Really?  But what I do see…I love!  I’d buy this baby furnished, thank you very much.

I can’t.  With this wallpaper.  Sooo good.

Look at this goodness.  Very Gray Gardens before cat pee rotted the floor boards.  And yeah, I see those Staffordshire dogs on that fabulous table.

I’m not even playing….we either need to buy this house or I have to sneak into the open house or make the estate sale my BITCH.  Seriously, I’ll camp out at 2am and train Iron Man style for it.

At this price, the house won’t be on the market long.  Probably not even long enough to need an open house.


my first trip to brimfield

Last week I finally made the pilgrimage to Brimfield Antiques Show!  My stepmom and her boyfriend were out for a visit (yes, she’s still my stepmom even though she’s not married to my dad anymore) so the three of us set our alarms for pitch dark o’clock and headed out.  Caution – iPhone pics ahead.


I’d read a bunch about parking etc and what to expect, and had downloaded the Brimfield Flea Finder app, so we were fairly prepared.  The app also said there’d be clam cakes and fried haddock sandwiches but that was a lie.  A vicious lie.  I put on a solid mile of extra steps trying to find those clam cakes.

Given all the hype about Brimfield, my expectations were pretty high.  This was the mecca where my wildest hunter gatherer dreams would come true, right?  I’d find all the weird cool (and affordable) stuff I didn’t even know I needed.  And we’d live happily ever after, Julia Roberts laughing about how we found each other at Brimfield.  Oh chic vintage cheetah statues flanking my fireplace….you’re the best.  


This was not to be.  At one point, I asked how much a nude painting cost and was told $1,200.  Twelvehundredfrickingdollars.  So I stood there, pretending to consider the offer, in my filthy Converse and disintegrating LL bean rain jacket.  Then bolted from the tent before I broke something.  What the florp?  You know what would make this all better?  A clam cake.


Call me crazy but not much of what I saw blew my hair back.  It was either too Colonial or mid century or industrial.  And a lot of what I did see and love was out of my price range.  Overscale art apparently all costs $600.


Mostly I was on the hunt for a 3×5 rug but finding one in the right size and color with just the right amount of wear, at a price I could stomach, was not easy.  This little cutie came close but ultimately I passed.


In my defense, New Bedford has some amazing antique-ing and junking in town, so I was expecting that x10.  All in all, I would totally give Brimfield another shot.  For the spectacle and because you never know, maybe next time the stars will align.

The ginger jars on the right here….I really wanted to take two of those home.  But they were $150 each.


What do you all think of the show?  What are your favorite things you’ve found there?  Does it live up to the hype?  Maybe I’m just too used to finding deals in New Bedford.  Or am I just enticing you to come down here and raid my secret spots?  Nevermind, nothing to see here….



striped dhurrie

I’m on a few weekly email lists about estate sales in my area, some of which have pictures of the items in the house.  This upcoming sale in Cranston, RI is loaded with amazing loot (antique rugs, bamboo x benches!) but I practically choked on my corn flakes when this coral and navy dhurrie rug popped up.

kilim  Holy.  Crap.  And it’s huge, at least 9′ x 12′ based on the pictures.  I love the unique color scheme too.  Blue and white rock of course but the warmth of the coral is so lovely.

John-Robshaw-Living-Room-Matchbook-Magjohn robshaw’s living room via matchbook

decorative-rug-blue-and-gold-striped-rug-dhurrie-rug-Oscar-de-la-Renta-_bedroom-Punta-CanaOscar de la Renta via asmara

Unfortunately I’m not in a place to buy *cough* another rug for the dining room.  Yes, I snagged this 6′ x 9′ bokhara for 100 beans at Cove Antiques in New Bedford.


It was so dirty, I think a horse slept on it.  Nothing three days out in the rain and much steam cleaning couldn’t cure.

We’re also saving up to put hardwood floors in the dining room once we rip up the heinous green carpet.  But that coral and navy dhurrie rug will haunt my dreams. Somebody for the love of Pete who lives in Southern New England and has taste as good as John Robshaw go get that beauty!



Awesome Antiques in New Bedford

We have incredible (and HUGE) antique malls in the Whaling City.  After living here for 8 years, I kinda take that awesomeness for granted, in the same way I’m now accustomed to sweet, delicious, still-twitching sea scallops.  (*Homer Simpson drool*)

The city is peppered with old brick textile mills from New Bedford’s industrial heyday.  While some are still in slasher film condition, many have been converted to new offices, businesses, art studios, condos…..and blocks and blocks of antiques.

“Antiques” is a broad term.  In the case of New Bedford’s gems, they have thousands of vendors, are moderately priced and have a good mix of hidden treasures and pricier items.  So it satisfies the scavengers urge for undiscovered booty.  I’m always leery of places (*cough* Brooklyn Flea) that give you the creepy feeling they raided an old lady’s china hutch.  Or they recently loaded up in a place like New Bedford and are now hocking marked-up inventory to hipsters.  I’ll do my own hunting, thank you.

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