Vintage made new

Five years ago, I went to my first Holy Hill Arts and Crafts Fair.  One of the booths had a man from Indiana who made birdhouse decorations out of vintage Victorian salvage.  They were quite pricey and therefore I was not prepared to buy one.  I vowed I would return the next year and purchase one.  Well, life  happens and I had never been able to return to the fair because I always worked weekends.  I never forgot them, in fact, I've lusted after them ever since then.  

This is my year.  I went armed with plenty of cash and conquered.  I had chosen from his dozens of wares within seconds.  

The pictures don't quite do it justice.  It really is stunning.  The eaves are comprised of crown moulding...

A brass gas spigot adorns the top.  A hose would be attached to the front and the gas would be turned on and off with the the circle shaped 'key'.

An intricately designed copper doorknob plate serves as a backboard for the vintage glass doorknob.  Oh  how the sunlight dances off this feature!

The boards of the house are retired paneled doors given a fresh coat of paint which is then distressed to add to the vintage appeal....  Perhaps my second favorite feature is the appropriately-used pressed tin roof.  I would buy a Victorian house just to have one of these...

The last embellishment is a genuine drill bit topped off with a door stopper.

The completed house is encircled with a vine of fine cranberry and ivory faux berries.

I don't  have much for decorations in my home because I despise knicknacks and I firmly believe that less is more.  This decoration is by far my most favorite decoration in the house and probably will be forever.  My lust is satisfied.  For today.  :)

Junk Art

Today I went to the Mount Everest of art and craft fairs with my sisters and mom.  I picked up this dandy little Road Runner.  It made me feel nostalgic for that spry Road Runner of my youth.  The one whose bird brain could outsmart Wiley Coyote every time.
Even more fantastic is that is made entirely of junk.  Some creative soul rummaged through garbage, estate sales, and the like to bring home these gadgets and re-invent them.  I think I want to marry this person.  An artist, scavenger, and recycler.  The man of my dreams.  Well.  The man of my dreams today anyway.  I had a hard time picking out just one to take home.

I thought of my Pops when I saw this one.  It's head is a golf club as well as the tail made of handgrips.  A lonely basket has found new life as the body housing 2 golf balls.

My Road Runner has camp mug face, washers for eyes, and a wire basket feather plume.

The body is a an old cobalt pie pan with scrap metal tail.

And the feet are some kind of re-bar type cable.

C took the liberty of generously filling the pan for me.

Our backyard birds get the finest hand mixed cracked corn, black oil sunflower seed, and sleek nyjer.  They offer us song and beauty all year round.  Every day, we watch their goings on from our dining table seated just on the other side of our large windows.