But all together, they make a lovely collection.
This cover is about 5 inches by 8 inches.
Here’s a cover that shows its age.
I love glass jars with typography on them. And I especially love glass jars with Helvetica Bold on them. There was one little problem with the jar, though.
It was sans lid. I bought it anyway.
Then this weekend, I found this cute but somewhat nondescript jar at a thrift store. The mouth of the jar appeared to be about the same size as my leftovers jar…
… so I thought perhaps I could harvest the lid off of it.
For 95 cents, it was mine.
The lids on these clamp-style jars come off pretty easily. You just have to squeeze the inside metal brackets together until they slide off the other set of brackets.
A pliers helps.
I’m happy to say the lid fit the leftovers jar perfectly.
So now I have another glass jar with typography on it to use in my kitchen.
When I finally amass a full set of harvest gold, I plan to get rid of the much-hated blue and mauve dishes.
And one last find:
I’ve spent most of my free time during the past few weeks cleaning, organizing and purging the clutter from my basement.
But one Saturday morning, I decided I needed a break, so I drove to a nearby town to check out a citywide rummage sale…
… and came home with a whole new batch of clutter. It couldn’t be helped. I kept finding great stuff at crazy low, low prices that I needed/wanted/bought impulsively and may or may not have regretted later.
Here are a few of my favorite finds of the day:
A vintage Sultana Peanut Butter tin, minus the handle. I’d love to put a plant in it and set it on my deck, but I don’t want it to rust. So it may end up holding markers or paintbrushes on my desk instead.
The old type and graphics and its all-around orangeness more than make up for the missing handle as far as I’m concerned. (It was $2.)
A reproduction Hutton’s ham tin. It’s not old like the peanut butter pail is (I paid 50 cents for it), but I love the graphics on the can, and it reminded me of a Granger Tobacco tin I bought at another rummage sale earlier this spring:
They look like they belong together, don’t they? The tobacco tin is the real deal (i.e., vintage). (And it was only $3). When I saw the Hutton’s can, I immediately pictured it sitting next to the tobacco can.
And in the fall, I can tuck a few gourds and pumpkins in among my three new tins and have an instant Halloween vignette.
A pewter plate with type around the rim. The alphabet plate is the new one (50 cents). It reminded of the cheese plate I already owned. Now both plates are in my hutch, nestled among my dishes, which brings me to my next find….
They also happened to match a creamer I already had at home.
The three clear glass canning jar lids and the random silverware in the previous photo are the only things I bought that truly ended up getting stored in my (less-cluttered-than-before) basement. I use canning jars all the time for storage and craft projects, so the lids will definitely get used at some point. As for the lovely vintage flatware, I have a million different ideas for projects I’d like to make out of it, but it’s so pretty as is I hesitate to bend it or stamp into it, so we’ll see what becomes of it.
This white canister, which I got for a quarter — probably because it was missing a lid. Not a problem. I already had the lid for it at home.
I buy orphaned lids occasionally, when they are really, really cheap, hoping that someday I might be able to reunite them with containers. Often enough, I find a match. (It’s my gift.)
As I don’t really need another canister-canister, I think I will use this one for Calvin’s cat chow.
A white metal table, for $2. I’m going to set it on my deck between a couple of patio chairs. The top is plexiglass, which is practical but not real pretty. I’m thinking about tiling over the top of it. I’ll live with it a while first. Maybe once I set a big bushy plant on it, I will forget all about the plexiglass.
A lefty scissors. Just because. (40 cents.)
A Wisconsin pin (10 cents). I’m not sure what exactly that gold scrolly thing on it is. A company logo of some kind probably. Is it an “e”? A roll of paper? A toboggan? I tried Googling it but have come up empty so far. I feel like I should find out what it is before I start wearing it in public, just in case it turns out to be a symbol for the neo Nazis or something. (If anyone has any insight, please share.)
And finally, this little item.
I had to turn it over and study it from every angle before it finally dawned on me…
It’s a Connect 4 game. I was so happy when I finally solved the riddle I had to buy it (for 50 cents).
This moss-and-chickenwire-covered pair is a recent new addition…
… and by “new” I mean “new,” not just “new to me” (which is what I usually mean when I say something is “new.”) My general rule is that I only buy holiday decorations secondhand, mostly because I prefer vintage, but also because I don’t want to spend a lot of money on seasonal items that I’m only going to display for a few weeks a year. So when I break my secondhand rule, it’s on something that I really love.
In addition to my sheep and rabbits, I have a few chickens I set out in the spring.
My Pot Rooster (below) goes on the stove.
Also vintage: these cookie cutters, which I framed in a shadowbox and hung on my wall:
The full-size versions do nothing for me (except for grown-up puppies, of course).
But when something is shrunk down to a tiny percentage of its full-size self, I can’t get enough of it. Case in point: miniature sprinkler cans.
Most shoppers don’t even bother to look at them. Because who wants a nasty old dried-out, scarred-up wooden cutting board?
I never set out to collect cutting boards. But I kept seeing them on the bottom shelves, under the stacks of Corelle. And something about the simple beauty of their clean lines and rounded edges spoke to me. So I bought one, and then another, and pretty soon I decided that whenever I found a sad case for a dollar or less, I’d give it a home. So that’s what I do now.
I always wash my “new” cutting boards in hot, soapy water (with a little bit of bleach added) to clean and sanitize them. Then I rub them down with mineral oil.
… which is another thing I didn’t set out to collect but seem to have acquired quite a few of over the years.
Really. I don’t. If you asked me what I collect, I could easily name 20 things off the top of my head, and glass would not be on the list.
I am not one of those crazy people at the flea market buying up every piece of brown glass out there …
As for the rest of my non-collection? All I can say is that the pieces were accumulated so gradually and so by happenstance over the past 20+ years, I hardly even noticed the trend.
I would just pick up a jar here and a bottle there as I was out and about and would stumble upon a piece that spoke to me, usually something vintage or vintage-style and usually for just a few dollars (at most) at a garage sale or thrift store.
And then when I’d get my new old piece of glass home I’d realize, “This apothecary jar matches that one.” Or, “This bottle is the same color as that vase.” So I’d group things together.