Planting Sequoias

In which I blog about a life (hopefully) well lived.


Thrift Shop Challenge (in which my soul apparently longeth after secondhand mammals)

When J-Boom and $herdog of Young House Love challenged the internet to a thrift store challenge, I immediately (basically) began combing the G-Rap thrift stores for some sweet finds to share. And they did not disappoint.

Before I dive in and share my spoils, however, allow me to explain (or, you could just read their post on the challenge here).

The challenge was issued because of a little song that’s become popular lately…Thrift Shop by Macklemore. It’s a really catchy song, which is somewhat unfortunate since it is pretty salty (don’t worry; I linked to the clean version).

Anyway, I had “$20 dolla in my pocket,” I dressed in traditional thrifting garb, and I headed out on a mission with cameraman Ken.

$20 in my pocket

Apparently traditional thrifting garb includes an eskimo coat and shades.

Here is spoil #1. Mercury glass? Only $2? With the original $19.99 pricetag still on the bottom? You had better believe I ran shrieking and flailing to the cash register (much to Ken’s chagrin at my antics).

mercury glass

And then, at the next thrift store, I adopted a whole herd of these young fawns. You can already tell that one of them has been pretty mischievous, given the placement of his pricetag. The cost for these guys? Well, $.99 for the one in the back, obviously; her fraternal twin brother was also $.99 and that larger one was a $2.99 splurge. I’m going to let Kenny name them since he put up with all of my recent antics.

herd of...fawns

I peeled off the stickery-goodness and gave them a place near some realistic-looking flora…I figured they’d be at home there since they’re fauna…or “fawna”…

fawns in their new home

The more mature one got a spraypaint makeover with some glossy Krylon and has taken up residence near our TV.

spraypainted deer

Oh, and let’s not forget the other part of the challenge…to find something referenced in the “Thrift Shop” song:

thrifted fringe

Yeah. Fringe. “I look in-cred-a-buuul…”

Ken was so embarrassed to be the designated photographer at this point, but since he took the picture anyway, I think he really loves me. And sadly, the fringe-y poncho stayed at the thrift store for some other lucky shopper to find. Ken would probably never have spoken to me again if that thing had come home with us.

Bonus points to whoever name the very vaguely referenced song in this post title. And no, I never should have paired these two songs. I realize that, but I did it anyway.



Elephant Decor (in which I walk the thin line between eccentric and whimsical)

whim·si·cal [hwim-zi-kuh l]//ec·cen·tric [ik-sen-trik]

I love phonetic spellings. This may be because, as an avid young reader, much of my vocabulary came from the written word and not the spoken word. This lead to MANY an embarrassing mispronunciation when I tried to use those learned words in everyday conversation. I still fear there are words lurking in my subconscious waiting to pop out of my mouth incorrectly, just waiting to embarrass me at the most inopportune moment, like at a work meeting or something like that.

Annnnnd that was way more than you needed to know about me. Moving on.

A few months ago, I adopted this little rubbery-plastic elephant from the Target dollar spot and knew just what to do with him (thanks to Pinterest, obviously, and my new Young House Love book that Santa DID bring for Christmas!).


He was nice as-is, but I was looking to create a piece of decor that was a little more refined-looking. Enter spray paint (about a billion coats since I didn’t use primer).

white "ceramic" elephant

He now lives north of our record player and south of our collection of cookbooks. Yes, we definitely have a “Venison Lover’s” cookbook. That was one of my husband’s many contributions to this marriage.

Reading corner

I’m still trying to decide if this little guy is whimsical, which I could work with, or if it is moving into the eccentric side of the spectrum, which I usually try to avoid. Usually without a lot of success, but still.

At some point, Ken and I have plans to refinish those two matching bookshelves we have (one pictured above), but I think that will happen once we have a more permanent home. I want to paint them white or a light gray, which would blend in with our off-white apartment-colored walls. And we are not painting in here, since we’d just have to paint it back once we move out. So I settle for painting the bookshelves’ contents white instead.

The books are next.

Ha! Just kidding.



Chicago 2012 (in which there is much weeping and gnashing of teeth)

Guess who’s in Chicago right now?

It’s not at all obvious that Ken is cropped out of this picture, is it? He’s off in the woods somewhere hunting for deer to shoot

And I have no idea how this picture got this big, so just scroll quickly, okay? Pretend you can’t see everysingleoneof my freckles.

….not the point.

Update: I figured out how to make it smaller, so stop squinting and trying to see those aforementioned freckles.

Guess who ELSE is in chicago today?


Yes. John and Sherry from the Young House Love blog.

And due to a series of unfortunate events, we will not be seeing each other to embrace/gesture wildly with our hands/become BFFs.

It hurts my heart that we will be so close, and yet so far.

So for the record, if anyone wants to get me their book for Christmas, I’d appreciate it. And if you want to emulate me and put it on your own Christmas list as well, that’d be fine too. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, you know.

Well shucks. Back to scouring those stores on Michigan Ave. and seeing what else Chicago has to offer, I guess.

I think I’ve crossed into the realm of creepy fandom. There is no hope for me, so don’t even attempt a heroic rescue. Just let me wallow.