Apparently I now rescue/collect/hoard vintage embroidered pictures.
It started with:
You should have seen the eye roll my husband gave me when I started bidding on these. I really only wanted the frames. Figured I'd take them apart and get to painting them into the 21st Century. But then you look at the needlework:
You consider the effort that went into doing it. You think, "well I can't just tear them apart. Aren't they a bit of granny chic fun?" So I resigned myself to painting the frames avec needlepoint roses and hoping that someone else would like them enough to rescue them again.
A few weeks later I was at the auction again. You know where I'm heading with this right?
No one would bid on the large one and when it got down to $1, I stopped mid-sentence in my conversation and shot my hand up. I mean really people, somebody made that. By hand!
Junque Magnet to the rescue.
And this one:
I was ever so innocently (ha, as if ANY trip to Goodwill is innocent) wandering the aisles at Goodwill when it yelled, positively screamed at me, "RESCUE ME." Obediently (yes, obediently. That is so how I roll.) I listened.
That is not the original frame. I liked the one it had although it naturally needed paint. As I cleaned it the Junque Gods whispered ever so softly in my ear, "you have a groovy aqua painted oval frame in the garage. You have..."
Out I went. In a miraculous turn of events I even FOUND said frame. In I came. And unbelievably it fit. Ah, I do so love it when a plan comes together!
And thus begins yet another accidental collection.
What are you accidentally junking?