Webbed Map of Life
(Photo: In the works.)

I don’t have any photos of the beginning of this piece, but I can tell I did not have this end in mind. But, here is a video of the very start.


After I decided to use an old map to tear up, I was thinking of amap of life. Then when I was doing the needlepoint it looked like Morse code, so I decided to sew in words that have to do with living life. I finished the 5 Strips and there it sat for a couple of months. I was in a rut, I didn’t create.

(Photo: What word do you see?)

While we were packing for the move, I packed in the strips along with some supplies. Then we moved and then I was so moved to create again.

(Photo: We make ties to people to places and even to things.)

I needed something for structure and to represent the steady stuff, the structure of our lives. Wood was the strength needed and pink was the perfect amount of innocence and love.

(Photo: Upcycled Art of Life)

I used floss because it has 6 threads that brings it together to be. No one stands on their own.

Ok, and I had plenty of it.

(Photo: We are all interconnected.)

The art piece told me what to do with the hanging floss as soon as I held it up. All the hanging floss had to be connected to each other. Some webs may look chaotic, but there is a method in the madness. Life looks a mess, but maybe that is as it should be.

(Photo: It’s a delicate piece…Just like Life.)

Thank you for visiting My Gnome Little World.



Yep, I know change is good. I was in a rut, a rut that not only put a dent in my couch, but also in my mental health. It was easy to pretend it was normal, especially when I talked to my doctor about it and they just ignored it. If them, why not me too? When I pushed them, they did low level blood tests and then told me I was fine. So fine I was.

(Photo: I’m fine. Really I’m fine.
Street art in my new (old) hood.)

But I was not and knew it. We moved and now I feel different inside. I am motivated to go out for walks, make art, take photos, lots of photos, even clean, but most importantly, write. I won’t write a lot, but here I am writing. Ok..who am I kidding, this may not be a lot to me, but to others it’s sooo long.

(Photo: A close up of my latest Artwork. It’s called      “Webbed Map of Life”. So many ins, outs, ups, downs, paths crossing, ties made, and it’s all an interconnected web.)

I still don’t know what was going on and I fear it will come back.  The immense lack of motivation that was running through my mind and body could be just sitting at bay, waiting for me to have one low moment or down day. 

(Photo: We can’t let our fears keep us locked up. If it comes back, I will fight with vengeance. Like someone locked up this abandoned building with vengeance.)

I was not in a depression, as far as I know.  Maybe I was, maybe it was an after pandemic lull, maybe I was just bored. My Mom always said, “Only boring people are bored.” So, I learned how to entertain myself. Maybe I forgot how for a year or two. Who knows?

(Video: I’m usually not bored…or boring. But I did a lot less of this silliness during that time period.)

Okay, maybe deep down I know why I was in a rut and unmotivated, but I will leave that reason to myself. Yes, I am usually an open book most of the time, but sometimes there are things that are not important to the big story so you can leave it out or even skip over that page and not miss a beat.

(Photo: Some windows are open for all to peak in…but some are closed leaving a mystery behind.)

Since it is Mental Health Awareness month, I do want to say the following. Although I am not sure if my issue was a mental health issue or not, I just know things will get better. I visualize a tiny light at the end of a tunnel. It seems far away and unobtainable, but you will get to the end of that tunnel soon. Keep on pushing doctors to help, do your own research, make changes, reach out for help from friends, family or even strangers. Strangers sometimes help the best.

(Photo: It is shaded up front on the patio, but yet sun beams down on a plant inside.  Help can come in unexpected places and ways.)

I know this because I am a stranger that people talk to about their problems. I am serious, they do because I am a natural empath.  I have blocked some of it away, because with being a sensitive comes pain. Strangers unload and then I move on. No lasting connections, strings, or feelings to hurt down the road.

(Photo: Just taking photos of strangers.)

Take care of yourself, and also be there for someone soon, very soon. Don’t wait, self care, reach out and make that call, text, or commment…just do it.

(Photo: Looking for seaglass heals my soul.)

Happy Mind, Unwind.

Unload Stress, Rest.

No Doubt, Reach Out.

Make Change, Widen Your Range.

(Photo: This one here is the picture of self care…and he reaches out to help me too.)

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Photography is a peak into my life. I hope you enjoy My Gnome Little World.

I hope you are happy, find happy, or maybe redefine what happiness is really is to you.

I Like Littles!

Posted: August 5, 2022 in Uncategorized

I do like kids…they are funny and play…who doesn’t like that?

BUT…the things I like little are colorful, funky, pretty, shiny, old, new, and most of all little.

Face beads and sewing do-ma-hickies.

If they are cheap or free, and catch my attention, then they have a new home. They probably sit around for a while…until the creative bit of my brain goes, “Pop!” And off I go creating…which usually sets off a tangent. I’m on a tangent and taking a break, now, to share. But first, I NEED to share my current littles.

The World Key Chains I got for $1 at a yard sale! 200 of them!
These are flower beads! I probably got them at an estate sale.
These two are beads, little metal leaf beads. These are from a necklace I bought, that either broke or I bought it that way because of leaves.

As you can see, some of my littles are beads, but not all are. What I’m making right now with some of my beads is not jewelry. Ooooh.

I love me some vintage/antique fish eyes!
And speaking of vintage, buttons. Oh my, buttons!
People thought I was crazy for collecting these bread ties. But I love the colors in the bottle that I kept them in, but that was until my mind went, “Pop!”
These “sleeping” doll eyes. Creepy, but love them. Got them in an antique store in Paris. And the hand forged nails in Talking, Estonia!
These little gnome brads were gifted to me because…need I say why? The little metals were bought at a flea market in Europe. And that’s one of the world key Chains back there. And here is one thing I did with 2 of those!
I made a “My Gnome Little World” keychain! It’s a work in progress…but I love schwag and can’t wait to give them away…or sell them…or both!

“What else did I make,” you ask?

I added a bunch of the above littles with a bunch more that I have and made this.
Bread ties, half worlds, metal leaf beads…Oh My!
Don’t look close at the construction…Work in progress.
I’m feeling it is a statement on our environment today. Garbage is coming in on the world’s nature. And some cover the real problems (pollution of all kinds) with shiny stuff (here’s it beads & metal bits) to distract us. What do the politicians and big companies do to distract us?

It didn’t start out to be a political statement, but looking at it and writing this right now, I realize it was in that back of my mind the whole time.

To lighten things up, I hung this in our family room right next to the TV yesterday and I’m seeing how long it will take my hub to notice it. 😁

While in the process of working on that piece… another idea came along. A lot less serious and lots of bright and cherry…but this one really is truly a work in progress. So here are my tid but photos.

Little piles of love. Squeeeeeee!
Using an old painting…upcycle & recycle! Ok…not getting all environmental and all…but old/used stuff is the new “black”.
Just a little chunky brightness. I had already attached the two pieces. 😳
Picture this….
On this!

But…I’m still figuring out the center. I’m going to post this before I’m done because that thick paint will take a while to dry. So please give me suggestions.

Thanks for coming along for the journey. Remember it’s not just or only the destination… but enjoy the ride as well.

And remember I also buy and sell Mid Century Modern Cool Stuff. Check my online Shopito on Etsy!


Come Back!

Is diversifying the right word?

1960s/70s Porcelain Seagull and Wood Art Sculpture.
  • DIVERSIFY: enlarge or vary the range of products or the field of operation of (a business).”we’re confident that the new owners will grow and diversify the company globally”

Still Not Sure!

Although I do mostly Mid Century, I do have a small handful of antiques like these Wax Seal Stamps I picked up in Helsinki, Finland

SYNONYMS FOR diversify

That’s better…I’m expanding and branching out.

Yep, these cutie patooties could be yours. 1960s/70s Wall Decor

I’m selling on Etsy now!! That’s my branching out expansion!

My Antique Mall ‘in person” Shopito hasn’t been moving product fast enough. So I’m now selling medium to small items on my Etsy shop.

VISIT MY GNOME LITTLE WORLD HERE: https://www.etsy.com/shop/MyGnomeLittleWorld

Color, Colorful and More Colorful. Color your Life
They want to sail away with you!

Although I SELL Mostly All Mid Century…I Pick Up Antiques I can’t Resist here and there too. Below are a couple of them.

Antique Butcher’s Chainmail Thumb Guard… Or Torture Device? It will be whatever you want it to be.
Antique Darning Eggs
Midcentury Candle Holder….comes with candles.
60s/70s little lovelies for you.
This combo goes well; Trains, Statues, Towers and Knives. Oh My!
Not your Normal Mid Century Pyrex
Stainless Servers…Let them Serve You!
Working, with all the pieces,
1976 Blow Dryer!
1960s Textile Art…In Perfect Condition!
Cute Little Glasswares

And so much more. I try to add items weekly!

Oh wait…I have Vintage Jewelry Too!

Copper Jewelry Love!

items to come this week:

And Silver Bits of Pretty!

Upcoming Items Dropping Soon:

These Babies are all Ready to be Posted…for your Buying Needs!

Thank you for visiting the My Gnome Little World Blog!

And I hope you visit the My Gnome Little World Etsy Shop too.

Again here’s the link to it: https://www.etsy.com/shop/MyGnomeLittleWorld


Have A Gnome Day!

Sometimes it’s not about the pieces…

But the love and stories that come with them.

In almost perfect condition.

I ask and listen to the stories, and they are not lost on me.

The families that lived with these pieces. The love and laughter they have seen can be seen on the faces as they pass them on.

The sleep overs these two lovely rich wooded ones enjoyed.

These all came from one family. Mom was from Europe who had a penchant for Danish furniture. Dad worked for the military gone away at times. Maybe he picked them up on his deployments for his beloved. One daughter had the twin beds in her room, the other had the wicker & wood bed. How they stayed in perfect condition is beyond me when I think of my rough and tough childhood.

The music that played in the home, the dancing girls and watchful parents sitting in more Danish Modern chairs. The stories lay in the wood and hearts, cuddling them closely.

The conversations these two have heard. Gossip perhaps or the planning of a daughter’s birthday party or two.

I have the honor to be the one that is helping pass these lovelies on to new homes to make more memories. Message me for further info you may need.

Thank you for visiting MY GNOME LITTLE WORLD and please come again!

Been building UP a reselling upcycling mostly mid century business. Until I fell DOWN.

I’m making money, but I ain’t no mogul. I did put the money back into the biz for a Shedito Workshop and Showroom. With the broken wrist I had a set back, but on it now!

The broken wrist story: I didn’t just break my wrist, I crushed it. I couldn’t fix, upcycle, refinish, or carry anything for over 2 months But as usual, I have bounced back.

I was at my friend’s 50th surprise birthday party at a roller skating rink. I went around once carefully and told my hub 1 more time around. I didn’t even make it halfway. The thing is…I was once a pretty decent street skater. Age, weight gain, and a shift of body balance screwed me over. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. At least I was doing something fun!

Now back to business…I went on a picking trip. South Georgia has a yearly 200 mile yard sale. I’ve been to one before in 2015 and it was awesome….this year (off the normal time of year because of the pandemic) it was good but more resellers with higher prices.

Here’s some of what I found, bought, saw and enjoyed.

This is sold already too.
This sold quick!
Squeeee…love it and it’s for sale in my Shopito!
Barn wood
I have to photograph water towers
Did get…but met my hub in Sacramento (state capitol), CA
Hi! Love me some hands!
Some of my pickings.

I’m back to using my wrist a lot, but it’s still in the process of hurting if I use it too much. Doc said that was ok and I won’t damage it. It was a “break” from my vintage reselling work, and now I’m back at it with gusto!

Thanks for visiting…


I wish I meant the dance, but I mean I am pushing my vintage reselling business a lot these days. I’m having my 2nd POP-UP sale this month! It’s this upcoming weekend! OCT 30th!

Some vintage clothing to go!

I just repriced 263 items for them to sell! I need to move product to have to room for the new stuff. And room in the garage for the car!

I got lamps!
A little bit of it all.

I’m planning to do a POP-UP Sale almost every month. I’m going to theme them. They will take place in my new Shedito Work Shop and Show Room. My first official POP- UP will be Girl/Bedroom themed. Clothing, purses, hats jewelry, blankets, pillows, bathroom stuff and more. After that I may do a kitchen themed POP- UP.

Follow MY GNOME LITTLE WORLD Facebook page for updates on POP-UP sale dates, themes and location.

Fun stuff!

If you’re in the Space Coast, Florida area message me for location!!

I mostly sell Mid Century, if there is anything you are looking for let me know. I ship medium to small items as well!

More Lamp

Thanks for visiting MY GNOME LITTLE WORLD!

I’m a Curator of Things…

Posted: July 23, 2021 in Uncategorized

Or are the things curating my life now?

I never had a lot of belongings, until I did. I was a single woman most of my adult life and either shared an apartment in SF or had a Studio apt. I did not need a lot of stuff. Also I loved to travel, so I saved for it which did not allow much money to buy things. I easily let things go too, because some of my trips were months on end and I couldn’t pay for storage. So things were not my thing. Until they were.

Just Some of My Vintage Jewelry Collection

In 2004 I met my husband, who also loved to travel. We married 3 years later, then we sold his house to move to central America for a year. I learned he had a lot of stuff and could not let things go very easily. We put stuff in storage. I had even less stuff because I sold most of all the furniture I had.

My Vintage Kitchen Tool/Utensil Collection.

After 18 months volunteering and traveling in Central America, and after several moves I started collecting things. You see, in 2010, my husband took a good position where we were moving a lot, which it made it hard for me to work.

No job, new places without friends…and usually needing stuff for our ever-changing apartments, I shopped. But I’m a picker, who doesn’t like to spend money, so I thrifted. I also fixed stuff up, used it while we lived in a place and sold for more when we left.

My old western graniteware collection.

In 2012 we bought a home not far from where my y husband worked and not far from my parents. We had no furniture at this point, and the house was original from 1964. We decided to furnish it from that time period. Mid century was popular in other places but not where we bought our home, so buying old cool stuff was affordable at the time.

My Hub’s Beloved Collection

It was around then my husband and I learned that we like to thrift and yard sale together. Thrifting led to flea markets, led to antique stores/markets, led to auctions and then led to estate sales. We’ve done it all.

My beloved collection.

I buy and sell Mid Century Modern Stuff. When I say I sell, I really do sell. Our whole house is a collection of Mid Century Modern. I’m starting to think that collection is enough. If it’s not Mid Century, I should let it go. Ouch.

Two Collections

I’ve already started to let go of my old Western Vintage and Antique Graniteware collection, but they are not selling in my Mid Century Shopito. So, I just made arrangements to sell at a 1 day more rustic type market in October. It’s too hot now for outdoor markets in Florida, so we wait until less hot and Snowbird season. There are several in the fall so I’ll be busy.

Wood Food Boxes.
Too Many Balls
Look at these Lovelies!

There are even more collections, but I’m done outing myself and my issues. I don’t have kids, nor will I ever have grand kids. I have things….

…But for now I vow not to add to my collections and to lesson my load by selling. Check my FB Marketplace page for what I’m selling or contact with questions about anything you see in the photos that you would like to buy (but mind you, not all is for sale. 😳

Thanks for visiting my blog, and reading or just quickly looking over my photos. I appreciate it all.

(I just found this post that I never posted exactly 364 days after my Mom died. I wrote it while my Mom was dying. I changed verbs to past tense and decided to post it now on the 365th day, 1 year, after my Mom died. This is my view and my view alone. I wasn’t physically alone, but I was alone inside my head through this).



If I could I would give it back.

If you looked through this blog you notice I love to travel, take journeys, explore and go on adventures. We move every year. We don’t get to live in our home. We just don’t sit still.

On our first family trip to Florida from New York

After Jim’s last Project Manager gig ended in Puerto Rico, we went to our home, waiting for the next project, and where it would take us. Then Covid-19 hit the U.S., and we have been home bound ever since. This is not the journey.

Easter, Probably 1967

This journey is part of everyone’s life. Death. Not mine, my Mother’s. My “Mommasan”. The woman that brought me into this world. And I helped her, on her way out.

Me and Mom at Cypress Gardens FL in the early 1970s

My Mother felt bad and my step-father brought her to the ER, they did a CT Scan and wanted her to stay, but Mom with her short term memory loss just wanted to be home. Three days later my Mom was back in the ER, this time she stayed in the hospital. My home is only 1.5 hours away from my parents, I was there fast. Of course, with Covid-19, I was not allowed into the hospital, but due to my Mom’s short term dementia, I was finally allowed in so someone was with her at all times. Mom had 2 blood transfusions, her abdomen drained, and a biopsy of a mass they found in the wall of her abdomen, her omentum.

Yes, a mass. No good news. But this is not yet the journey.

Mom and I with Grandpa

The journey happened once we got home, because all Mom wanted was to be home. She was clear, if it was her time, she wanted to be home. At home she went downhill fast, and we did not even have the results of the biopsy. The Oncologist already was sure it was Advanced Stage 4 Cancer. And it was. She has Cancer of the Ovaries and it already spread to her omentum and maybe even elsewhere. She had internal bleeding, and her abdomen was full of blood of fluids.

Mom did not want anymore procedures, no draining of her abdomen again. Not even another blood transfusion. I made calls to family, they made plans to come.

I was in a whirlwind of helping Mom, Making plans for hospice, texting with family, calls, calls and more calls, setting up a Priest to come, even contacting a funeral home just in case, and all while being calm before the storm.

Mom and I in the 1980s

I saw Mom go from walking with help and chatting normally, to being completely bed-bound in less than 24 hours. I thought my journey of death was going to be a short one, but no Mom rallied when all her 5 of her children, her sister, her best friend, and 2 of her grandchildren came. She was funny, witty, but weak. She would even take bites of food here and there.

Too many sitting vigil, too many personalities, too many just too many. And then most left, leaving my step father, my sister and me to care for Mom. Then the Journey slowed down…to a crawl. I started to google everything. The signs of death. The stages of death. How many times an hour should a dying person pee. What happens if they don’t eat anymore. Bed sores…don’t get me started about bedsores.

My Mom, little brother and I at the Grand Canyon in 1976 on a Nationwide road trip

Oh, and my worst fear, the vomiting bile thing. I googled it. The Hospice nurse said a hospice patient should poop every 3 days, if not, give them meds to poop. If they don’t poop it will come out by throw up. That happened to a neighbor. It was a horrible way to go at the end of it all. So I was very scared for my Mom having that same violent end. I had learned if Mom was not eating, maybe there wasn’t anything to Poop. I prayed to God himself that she would not have to go through that, and I tried not to worry about it anymore. I prepared myself for the worst (not really), but hoped for the best. Is there even a best in this situation?

Although the days start to blend into the next, I learn new things. I was pretty good at interpreting when Mom talked. It was barely an audible mumble, but sometimes I know exactly what she was saying. It just popped into my head. She no longer ate.. Google says a body can last quite a while without food. She got to the point she no longer needed to go onto a portable potty, then I wanted to know how often we should change her adult “briefs”? Google told me to check every two hours. One of my death bed super powers was googling.

Mom and I at the Japanese Gardens in San Francisco 1976

But the one thing I couldn’t find on the internet is any info at all on people with dementia, just short term memory loss, who are in hospice dying of cancer. Through this Journey, my Mom asked over and over and over again, “What is wrong with me? What caused it? What kind of cancer?” Will I get better? Am I going to die? Am I crazy? Are you going to send me to the nut house?” With every one of those questions, my heart broke.

My Mom did not know she was dying. She did not remember anything she was told after 5 minutes ago. It just left her mind. She talked about childhood stuff with her sister, but something that was said 5 to 10 minutes ago, nope. Gone. There is no support for people on this particular Journey. We are the blind leading the blind…to death. We had told her the truth countless times. We had told her she was very sick. We told she had the flu. We told her only God knows. We told her that maybe she would get better. Ok, not me. I never tell her she will get better, because part of me knew she knew. Deep down past her memory loss, she knew.

Mom all dressed up in our first FL home in early 1970s

Since my Mom didn’t outwardly know she was dying, I feared she would never just let go. The advice from friends and family was to make sure you, everyone, told her, that we all will be ok and it is ok to let go. Fine and dandy, but everyone has to tell her that every 5 minutes and it still wouldnt work. I had heard the stories. They all went like this…”The day after seeing my Grandma, she let go and died. We all left Dad to go out for lunch and he died when we were gone.” They were fantasies I had on that Journey. Everytime I went to leave the house I told my Mom Good bye, but then she asked me if I was coming back. I wanted to say, “Nope, this is the last time I will ever see you alive,” but I couldn’t, and just said, “I’ll be back soon.”

My brother left, Mom did not let go. My husband left, she did not let go. Even her sister left, she did not let go. My step father wouldn’t leave for more than 20 minutes and I don’t even think he told her he was leaving every time. She has gotten weaker, stopped eating, was barely talking, she stared off into space, and then started to sleep with her eyes open. I had dying Mom, others got rallying Mom. I was okay with it, I had made peace with Mom dying the first time she told the Patient Advocate in the hospital “If it’s my time to go I want to be at home.” It is her choice and I can not argue that.

Going way back to Christmas probably 1966

I have been avoiding the elephant in the post. The actual dying part. Death was actually my Mom’s Journey. My Journey was being part of her dying. I think everyone should see a baby being born, it is a miracle. I don’t believe everyone needs to be part of this life process. I do not find it miraculous at all. The human body, the machine that it is just doesn’t stop, is breaks down, piece by piece. First Mom stopped walking, then she stopped eating, she lost her strength to suck from a straw, talking was too much work for her, and then Mom lost control of her bladder. Then she got to the point of not even being able to swallow, when she was awake her eyes stare off into nowhere, her cheeks were sunken, most touch hurt her, she had bed sores, and she insisted she needed to get out of bed, that she had to pee, but she already went in her adult diapers. Mom got moved around like a human size human weight doll so we could change her briefs, to position her better, and to bath her. This is dying. My Journey was helping her with all that.

I held her hand, but I didn’t rub her skin with my finger, because she didn’t like that. I made sure the heals of her feet were not touching the bed. I put cream on her bed sores when I changed her briefs. I tried to figure out what her needs were, when she moved her lips I ask if if she wanted water, which we were giving to her through a dropper at that point. I tried distract her when she thought she wanted to get out of bed, by repositioning the bed or her legs. One of the last developments, is she wouldn’t take all her meds that were crushed up mixed with water and put into a dropper. I saw she could still swallows, but she refused. The meds were for pain and for the anxiety that goes along with dying. My own anxiety issues were at an all time high. I took extra meds. The last thing I wanted was for her to have pain or fear. I had to google if she would have pain and fear. Google was my death best friend.

Mom doing her “You Must Pay the Rent” routine

In my Journey, death is slow, it steals the person bit by bit, it breaks them down, it humiliates them, it frustrates them, it haunts them. And it does the some of same to their care-taking family as well. I am not comparing death with watching someone die, I am saying I experience these things in my own way on this Journey. At the end, I did not see my Mom in the shell of what was left of her body anymore. Every once in awhile, we got a glimmer, but it could just be the agitation stage of dying, not her being strong or sassy. I knew she still heard us and I felt she knew who we were, but I don’t know what she was thinking most of the time.

Last photo of us together taken 7 days from her hospital stay.

Sometimes, I broke down, I got weak, I was frustrated, I cried, I was exhausted, and I wanted it all to end. Honestly, I wanted it to end for me just as much as I wanted it for Mom. Does that make me selfish? I was not sure if she was suffering, but I felt she would be more at peace if she moved on. Or was that what just hope? I believed it. A year later I still believe it. I believe she was greeted by those that had moved on before her, even her pets. I didn’t just want to believe for Mom, but I believe that for when I move on too. I know I will see her again, just like I will see my Dad, who died from accident when I was 4 years old. But yes, I was ready, not ever really ready, but ready for Mom to move on.

This is the cute face I want to remember.

I fely like I was living in a Groundhogs Day Movie, but I could not make changes for the outcome to be better. Mom would always die in that movie of mine. We did the same things every day. I am not complaining, I was okay with Mom dying, even if I was never really not ready.

This is the sense of humor I want to remember.

Mom died 365 days ago and I’m still not sure I’ve mourned her. I’ve always been ok with death. My father died young from a freak accident, so I learned early about death. I never had a false sense that she would be here forever.

This is the silly I want to remember.

But she is here forever, in my heart, mind and soul.

Mommasan, Bye for Now and I Love You.

The last good bye after leaving 4 days before her illness got the best of her.

I was just going to start chronicling good bye photos…this was the first and the last .

Thank you for reading and visiting

Yep, during the pandemic I started a business selling Mid Century Stuff. I buy furniture, décor, clothes, kitchen items, barware…you name it…if it is from around 1950 to the 1970s, focusing on the 1960s, I’m interested in it. I buy stuff, and if the need be, I make it better, and then sell it.

Current Pieces I’m Working On. I actually designed that material because I could not find the color combo I wanted.

This is how it all started…2012 we bought a house that was built in 1964 and had never been updated. Cool original formica countertops, pink Jack & Jill bathroom, sunken living room and the such. We had no furniture for the house, so since we both like thrifting, flea marketing, picking and general good deals, we decided to go for the “Mad Men” Midcentury 1960s look.

Our Pink Jack & Jill Bathroom

We did our house Mid century down to the glasses and silverware. But once done, I still liked the hunt. So, at first I would just replace the new old stuff with my new finds…and then I sold the “old” on FB Marketplace or in a yard sale.

This was one of my recent keepers

But…We never lived in our home. We moved yearly for work projects and only visited our Mid Century Home…until the Pandemic hit.

Pandemic Lifestyle

Ok, Nothing to do for awhile, when the thrift stores and estate sales opened up again, I went, masked and bought and bought and bought! I had sold on Etsy for a few years, a few years ago, so I knew I liked it but I wanted to go bigger. By bigger, I mean, I wanted to buy and sell furniture too. I went to a local Antique Mall and signed up for, what I like to call, “My Shopito”.

Official Name of my Shopito is “My Gnome Little World”

So 10 months later, and I’m making money. I’m actually making money! I’m not making tons, but it’s a start. I give it around 20 hours a week most of the time. But between out searching and buying, cleaning and fixing up stuff, pricing, making price tags, tagging items, putting stuff in Shopito, or just moving stuff around in Shopito, doing the inventory and billing, some weeks it may go over 20 hours. Some weeks it may be less.

My husband and I like to pick together so it’s our fun together hobby, and we stop to take pictures, try a local micro brew pub and the such.

,The search and buying part isn’t always work. My husband and I like road trips and picking together, so it’s usually pure fun for us. I don’t want it to ever become “work” for me. What is work, is fixing up pieces. I don’t usually buy stuff that needs a complete refinish, but the table in the first photo, needed it. See last photo for the finished project.

Second coat of stripper.

I love challenging myself to do new processes to fix up stuff. It is hard sweaty work, but I love the result. Today I just stitched up some clothes. Never a dull moment buying and selling. I’m now selling more online through Marketplace and maybe Poshmark. I did 3 piece vintage bundles for Poshmark. I try new ways to sell, and if it doesn’t work, I try something else. Here are couple of my bundles.

Vintage Top, Necklace and Purse
Vintage Terry Clothe Beach Cover Up, Sun Visor and Flowery Straw Purse

Poshmark did not work for me, so now I have to figure another online outlet. It seems I’m not getting the same amount of views on FB Marketplace recently, since they added tax to my (shipping) items. I have sold over $599.00 through FB and now they tax my items. Is it that? I used Etsy in the past, but I’m not sure about going back to them. I was recommended Ebay. Should I? I need to do all my selling through my phone as it is just easier for me, photo wise and keeping on top of things when I’m not at my laptop which is hardly ever these days. I am taking online selling advice and opinions! Thank you in advance!

And Oh, on to other things! I also make and create! Anything from paintings to textile art. Here’s my latest for sale!

I call this “MacraLace Poof”!

And so that’s how it happened! Check my pages out please!

Here’s where and how to find me:




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