This evening Ben and I indulged in my favorite guilty pleasure, Waffle House, then stopped off for some treasure hunting. I was in need of a picture frame large enough for an old painting of my mother’s. Before I could get to work finding something appropriate, I was stopped in my tracks by these:
Botanical prints! I have a few (though not of this series) and I’ve been casually looking to get more. Now that I’ve been introduced to these, I’m obsessed. There is one for every month, and the drawing is a pot containing all that month’s blooming flowers (I think). Names of these flowers are written on either side of the month, down at the bottom. I found quite a few in tonight, all in different frames, and in different sizes. I wanted them all! The only marking on them that I could see is part of the picture itself, “Robert Furber Gardiner Kensington 1730”. I’m not quite sure if Gardiner is the last name, or if he was the gardener in Kensington. Or perhaps Kensington is his last name. I looked these up online, and they go from $3 to $60. They’re $6-$12 at the thrift. Did I mention that I want them all?
Instead I left with this:
Whomp, whomp!
Ok so it’s not as awesome as the other prints, but its the frame I’m after. However, I think its time we take a closer look at this picture.
This dog looks very concerned. At least, I’m pretty sure its a dog.
Perhaps because the youngest child is a… I don’t even know what, but I’m not seeing any feet.
This little girl is the only one smiling, and its creeping me out. I think she’s creeping out the bear too.
So I’m really liking the detail on this frame. Its pretty standard thrift-shop fare, but I think it will be darling once I sand it and paint it an antique white. I may distress it a little, or just continue my half-assed sanding job. I have to laugh at all the things you can buy to “distress” something. Just give it to me for a few minutes and it will look 100 years old! Somewhere my mother is just shaking her head.
I have to stop here to talk about the fact that this post took me at least two hours to finish. Sending the pictures from my phone to email, downloading them, resizing them, naming them, and uploading them to blogger always takes awhile. This time, however, the photo of the entire picture just would not upload properly. I’d been cranky before this, but now it was getting to be too much. I stomped and huffed and flounced out of my office in search of Ben. He offered to fix it, but instead I started to cry and ran into bed. Eventually I calmed down enough to talk about it, and he came in here to make things right. So thank Ben for the fact that you don’t have turn your head to view the oh-so-wonderful picture I picked up at the thrift shop.
I’m pretty sure its bed time.
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>Eep…that sounds horrible. Just take your camera with you next time for goodness sakes!!! I know the feeling though. Sometimes technology just makes you need to cry all night and go to bed!! I think that little boy, by the way, is a weeble. You know, "The weebles wobble, wobble, but they don't fall down!"
>Someone in my family has/had one of those floral prints – but I'm not sure if it was my late grandparents who had one or if it's one of my living relatives. But that one you showed looks familiar to me. How cool that you stumbled upon that! 🙂
>OMG. I had that same creepy print in my room when I was a little girl, I kid you not. It didn't even occur to me until this very moment how creepy it really is.
>You're welcome to it if you'd like to hang it in the baby's room. Oh I know you're just dying to do that!
>Nancy, I knew there was a name for it but couldn't remember! I didn't want to just say, "you know, one of those things with a weighted bottom so you can tip it sideways and it never falls down." Weebles. So creepy.
>Sabrina, if they don't want them anymore I'll take them off their hands! I'm truly obsessed now.