Its no secret. You want your gift to be a sentimental favorite. The plain truth is that its not going to be all the time. Here's a way it can be a year long memory.
A few years ago I heard a story that saddened me but now, with maturity and an awareness of the importance of recycling, I'm seeing the story differently. In fact, inspired, I feel a need to share and encourage my readers to do such a simple act of kindness. A few tips can create not only a Holiday Memory, but also give your gift recipient something intended to be re gifted through the measure of Christmas wrapping.
A teacher in a repressed area of Dallas received Christmas Cards each year from one student in particular.
He noticed the envelope had an erased name etched into the paper below where the word "Teacher" was written. Without ever speaking of the notice, he scanned the other cards. Most of the 22 greetings looked the same. Later, the teacher passed out cards to each of his students and their families just as he had every year prior. The student boldly asked the teacher a question. "Why do you ALWAYS ruin our Christmas Cards?" Puzzled, my friend asked him to explain. The student remarked, "You write our names with an ink pen!" After a glance around the room at the nodding heads within the class and disappointed faces, he stopped his lesson plan and the students proceeded to teach him. "You see, in my family, Mama calls it passin' on the joy. We don't buy gifts. Mama says cards give joy but only when you give them away. You caint mark 'em in a way that caint be erased to write a new somebody's name on the JOY CARD." My friend was so touched by the revelation that he started a Christmas Fund to recycle Christmas Cards and their envelopes each year to give in bundles as gifts to the students.
In looking through Christmas papers that are pretty, I found that this is where it stops. Consider wrapping a gift in something that can be reused for the next holiday or special occasion your recipient may have. Gather fabric remnants from old clothing....
Dip them in Liquid Fabric Starch and lay them flat to dry. After drying, cut them into slices for ribbon. Don't be too concerned about Christmas bows, as you can see, a simple recycled newspaper medallion, or ornament will give your package a focal point. Even a favorite flower brooch can be attached to the package and later removed for the recipient to keep or give away!
By cutting a small name tag, you can personalize with a message on the back explaining the background of the elements used.
Example:
My favorite idea, though, is printing a collage of family (or friend) photos and wrapping a few picture frames, with a request inside the gift stating: feel free to share these memories in the form of another gift or online!
Courtesy of shttp://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2010/12/family-photos.htmlure
Thanks for reading. Please comment and share your ideas on HOW TO SPREAD THE JOY through re gifting ideas!
FrillSeekerz
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
How Shabby Chic Made Me Rich
How Shabby Chic Made Me Rich (well... kind of)
When I was a little girl, my mom, Nana and I would all create. I believe Nana's teachings on the history of items and Mom's guidance on nature's appreciation both contributed to the driving force to combine the two with artistic expression. It wasn't the societal trend we see today.
I was sitting in Nana's house after watching them work a project. I probably loaned them a bit of advice which sparked an idea for Mom. She suggested some day the two of us open our own store and name it "Stuff and Thangs". Well, there, a dream was born.
Many years later, my husband and our family downsized from a suburban town to a rural community on the outskirts of Houston. Crosby had a WalMart, a "Mom and Pop" grocery store and a tiny row of buildings considered to be the "antique district". The old buildings and their history stirred me each time I passed. At this time in my life, I spent a great deal of driving just for the sake of exploring. Exploring not only my new home but my new "self". You see, I had just spent three years involved in a program to heal myself from the bondage of codependency. It was indeed time to move forward. I finally stopped in to scavenge through the stores.
I found the stores a bit scary as I wandered through the darkened aisles that once had been the main attraction to this small town. I discovered remnants of the past to be interesting not only in their history but display. Sometimes collectibles displayed beautifully on a vintage mirrored tray. But sometimes they appeared dumped in a cardboard box that limply laid in the floor, softened by water damage and time. But they all had one thing in common...they stirred me.
I questioned what things were used for. Why was this worth $100 and this, $2. Sometimes I wondered why something ugly often became more attractive in just a short minute once I was told the story behind it. Befriending the shopkeeper became easy. They love to be asked the history. The stories became a therapy to me and she quickly became my friend when a friend was needed by me so very much. Tammy soon offered me a booth space to bring my painted creations to her shop. I saw "justification" for the vice I had developed while tiptoeing through difficult times at home. This was my 13th STEP!
(No personal photos but these are very close)
My first booth was in the warehouse at the back of her shop. While unloading items (I doubted would be good enough for public acceptance as well as purchase) I was encouraged by the small crowd gathering to watch and select. Fumbling for prices and display plans, the crowd made purchases immediately. The most encouraging was the property owner. She, in her obvious eccentric style, appreciated the use of art incorporated into the vintage furniture pieces.
I rushed home to more painting, gluing, and refurbishing. After a few months, she became a regular buyer. Rose soon informed me she was, of sorts, a "middle man" for Shabby Chic Industries. She had been purchasing and selling my designs to Rachel Ashwell and the SC team. The hand selected items were duplicated and mass produced as well as used for props in display ventures for SC publications. Naive to business and the now famous name, I was content just doing what I loved and making an estimated $20 for a small piece of painted furniture and $60 on something like a kitchen Hutch. She soon offered a deal difficult to pass up. My own store where she could see the wide range of inventory on a grander scale as well as an opportunity for the public to buy at retail while I developed my name. Terrified, I asked for her smallest location. Approximately 400 square feet. I'll never forget her reply. "You are too good for that and if you dream small, you'll receive small". Hmmmm.....I was afraid but have always accepted fear as something much like the common cold. It must be addressed and overcome. Period!
She pushed for her larger store. 2500 square feet of 1912's version of a bank building had been transformed into a wide open space filled with magic! Pastel painted antique furniture, art, needlepoint textiles and hand embellished chandeliers were trademark. The front windows were kept quirky and enticing from the busy main road. The sidewalks were sprinkled with changing vignettes featuring garden iron pieces and real flowers.
But from the first opening day I realized some visitors had a different agenda. Locals would come by to sit and have coffee, and at times, a cake slice or cookie. They would visit about their personal lives. Tammy had warned me about decorating in a "too homey" feel. I disagreed. The thought that just an environment could evoke a feeling of comfort and trust in total strangers flattered me but also intrigued me. How a personal journey is never completely personal. We need to share.
Soon a local came in and shared a familiar story. She opened up about a family member who had turned their lives upside down through drug use. The teen was self destructing and the parents weren't getting help from school or authorities. They were losing their home, jobs, and marriage over the teen's daily tribulations. I took a gamble and shared my experience and resources, encouraging her to have them get help for themselves before expecting the teen's life to turn around. A few days later, another came in with a similar story. This time it was a son. The next week, a neighbor's step-daughter. Then a granddaughter. This went on for a year. Before I knew it, the town had labeled me.
The "counselor-painter". The counselor-painter??? I was transforming forgotten finds not people! This wasn't my dream!!! I really thought people who had their own stores were rich and I wasn't getting there. Pondering on this for awhile, I realized. So I'm supposed to be getting rich, not listening to my story pouring out of others' mouths while all of a sudden...something beautiful happened. A revealation. A distressed soul exposed itself and all its vulnerability and history while displaying layers of softness. Pastels with romantic wanderings graced its very surface. SHABBY, yet CHIC defined a story so many share. We had discovered a beauty.
I was healing. They were healing. I was rich....just not with money.
When I was a little girl, my mom, Nana and I would all create. I believe Nana's teachings on the history of items and Mom's guidance on nature's appreciation both contributed to the driving force to combine the two with artistic expression. It wasn't the societal trend we see today.
I was sitting in Nana's house after watching them work a project. I probably loaned them a bit of advice which sparked an idea for Mom. She suggested some day the two of us open our own store and name it "Stuff and Thangs". Well, there, a dream was born.
Many years later, my husband and our family downsized from a suburban town to a rural community on the outskirts of Houston. Crosby had a WalMart, a "Mom and Pop" grocery store and a tiny row of buildings considered to be the "antique district". The old buildings and their history stirred me each time I passed. At this time in my life, I spent a great deal of driving just for the sake of exploring. Exploring not only my new home but my new "self". You see, I had just spent three years involved in a program to heal myself from the bondage of codependency. It was indeed time to move forward. I finally stopped in to scavenge through the stores.
I found the stores a bit scary as I wandered through the darkened aisles that once had been the main attraction to this small town. I discovered remnants of the past to be interesting not only in their history but display. Sometimes collectibles displayed beautifully on a vintage mirrored tray. But sometimes they appeared dumped in a cardboard box that limply laid in the floor, softened by water damage and time. But they all had one thing in common...they stirred me.
I questioned what things were used for. Why was this worth $100 and this, $2. Sometimes I wondered why something ugly often became more attractive in just a short minute once I was told the story behind it. Befriending the shopkeeper became easy. They love to be asked the history. The stories became a therapy to me and she quickly became my friend when a friend was needed by me so very much. Tammy soon offered me a booth space to bring my painted creations to her shop. I saw "justification" for the vice I had developed while tiptoeing through difficult times at home. This was my 13th STEP!
(No personal photos but these are very close)
My first booth was in the warehouse at the back of her shop. While unloading items (I doubted would be good enough for public acceptance as well as purchase) I was encouraged by the small crowd gathering to watch and select. Fumbling for prices and display plans, the crowd made purchases immediately. The most encouraging was the property owner. She, in her obvious eccentric style, appreciated the use of art incorporated into the vintage furniture pieces.
I rushed home to more painting, gluing, and refurbishing. After a few months, she became a regular buyer. Rose soon informed me she was, of sorts, a "middle man" for Shabby Chic Industries. She had been purchasing and selling my designs to Rachel Ashwell and the SC team. The hand selected items were duplicated and mass produced as well as used for props in display ventures for SC publications. Naive to business and the now famous name, I was content just doing what I loved and making an estimated $20 for a small piece of painted furniture and $60 on something like a kitchen Hutch. She soon offered a deal difficult to pass up. My own store where she could see the wide range of inventory on a grander scale as well as an opportunity for the public to buy at retail while I developed my name. Terrified, I asked for her smallest location. Approximately 400 square feet. I'll never forget her reply. "You are too good for that and if you dream small, you'll receive small". Hmmmm.....I was afraid but have always accepted fear as something much like the common cold. It must be addressed and overcome. Period!
She pushed for her larger store. 2500 square feet of 1912's version of a bank building had been transformed into a wide open space filled with magic! Pastel painted antique furniture, art, needlepoint textiles and hand embellished chandeliers were trademark. The front windows were kept quirky and enticing from the busy main road. The sidewalks were sprinkled with changing vignettes featuring garden iron pieces and real flowers.
But from the first opening day I realized some visitors had a different agenda. Locals would come by to sit and have coffee, and at times, a cake slice or cookie. They would visit about their personal lives. Tammy had warned me about decorating in a "too homey" feel. I disagreed. The thought that just an environment could evoke a feeling of comfort and trust in total strangers flattered me but also intrigued me. How a personal journey is never completely personal. We need to share.
Soon a local came in and shared a familiar story. She opened up about a family member who had turned their lives upside down through drug use. The teen was self destructing and the parents weren't getting help from school or authorities. They were losing their home, jobs, and marriage over the teen's daily tribulations. I took a gamble and shared my experience and resources, encouraging her to have them get help for themselves before expecting the teen's life to turn around. A few days later, another came in with a similar story. This time it was a son. The next week, a neighbor's step-daughter. Then a granddaughter. This went on for a year. Before I knew it, the town had labeled me.
The "counselor-painter". The counselor-painter??? I was transforming forgotten finds not people! This wasn't my dream!!! I really thought people who had their own stores were rich and I wasn't getting there. Pondering on this for awhile, I realized. So I'm supposed to be getting rich, not listening to my story pouring out of others' mouths while all of a sudden...something beautiful happened. A revealation. A distressed soul exposed itself and all its vulnerability and history while displaying layers of softness. Pastels with romantic wanderings graced its very surface. SHABBY, yet CHIC defined a story so many share. We had discovered a beauty.
I was healing. They were healing. I was rich....just not with money.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
How to Pour Money Down the Drain...
Miniature Parfum Necklaces, How to pour money down the drain!
The Challenge: Multiply existing inventory for the Shop without spending money. Uh, okay....Right up my alley. You know, that dark, dreary, graffiti covered wall and shadowy-figure-lurking alley where I seem to get stuck between evil strangers and headlights belonging to an unknown car headed straight for me....yea, that alley. Anyway, there I was. Sorting through the garage-store-all stirring up a mess and leaving it looking like a hurricane hit it. But I did find some new possibilities!
The furniture will get their due but this week I would be creating items that can be easily sold as one of a kind Christmas gifts. I pulled collectibles I've held for years that either didn't sell, passed their "trend" for collecting or just needed "tweaking". They'd all passed my RESELLER'S RULE" (being: NEVER RESELL UNTIL INTERNET OR BOOK RESEARCH HAS BEEN DONE!) so off I went with armfuls of candidates. Beginning with 4 boxes of vintage parfum bottle sets, I left for the kitchen.
Using Dawn Dish Detergent, I filled one side of the sink with 4 inches of soapy water. The other side of the sink served as the drain where I poured one by one down the pipes. They then rested for awhile in the soapy water. Following a soaking, pipe cleaners borrowed from my "pipe smoking" husband, were used as tools to clean the chemicals from the inside of each tiny bottle. After drying, I took a few for practice. By using thin jewelry wire, broken chains, vintage jewelry remnants, jump rings, and lace pieces for opposing texture.
Scissors, small needle nose pliers, small wire cutters, super glue, hot glue, hot glue gun, and a few stick on embellishments from Hobby Lobby for extra character. (Rhinestones would've been awesome!)
I began with what I felt would be the most challenging part of the project, attaching the wire to grab onto the jump ring where the pendant would dangle from the chain without tipping forward or backward due to weight. I took the bottle topper off and laid it aside. Then I took wire and wrapped it around the neck three times and twisted it for security
leaving approximately 2 1/2 inches on each wire for creating a loop.
Now, I gathered a few items for an inspirational bottle that wouldn't only be pretty but have a message. I chose "To Hope" for this one. The words were scissor cut from an old newspaper and hot glued to a piece of cardboard off my super glue package.
"To Hope" then was placed on a tiny lace doily remnant and affixed with a dab of super glue to the glass.
Too bland, but vintage bling would then accent! (I always split designs into 3 visual parts: 60% Focal Point, 30 % Secondary Focal, 10% Highlight.) Next, came delicate vintage chain remnants. Super glue and wire caused them to dangle from the neck. Now, It was taking shape, much like this photo of another I created on "PROMISED LOVE".
The last detail is the bottle stopper. The original lid must be super glued and attached. I was tempted to embellish the stopper but soon realized the beauty of the glass could diminish with too much embellishing! Simply gluing the stopper in place was a better choice. Some did seep over the edge, but additional remnants can cover that and it just further secures the project's details. (Some bottles even got filled with seed pearls and rhinestone flats). FUN!
Now, I had several pieces completed but all 26 had been started and were drying when I decided to research ONE MORE TIME! In search of a price range on this finished product, I checked etsy. A regular seller retails beautiful bottles with less detail and plastic caps for $16. I then checked ebay. The search turned up Miniature Vintage Perfume Bottle (undecorated as is with perfume inside)SOLD PRICE $57! and again, $64, $110, $105, $75, $46, and $98!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UH OH!
Well, I messed up on the one thing I've always known better than! I took the bottles and showed them at a party to get feedback on pricing and preferences a few days before placing them in the shop as Christmas Stock. The feedback was astounding and will continue to design the necklaces as now I find it therapeutic to recycle with oddities found just laying in junk drawers and garage boxes. But I do believe I'll do better research before they hit the sink....as this is how you, beautifully, POUR MONEY DOWN THE DRAIN!
Once the collection was complete, they became Christmas Stock in the FrillSeekerz Winnie Trade Days Store. The first customer, Ashley, posed for us wearing one of the two she purchased. She's so darling that anything she wears is a statement about how to wear recycled with pride!
Thank you, Ashley, for the encouragement on our continuing efforts to recycle the old with soulful inspiration!
Labels:
Bottle Necklace,
DIY,
Ebay,
Etsy,
FrillSeekerz,
Homemade,
how to,
Jewelry,
Junk Style,
Miniature Perfume Bottle,
Necklace,
OOAK,
Pinterest,
Reinvent,
Repurpose,
Tutorial,
Vintage Jewelry
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Make your own Christmas Tree
My favorite Holiday tree was free.
During my divorce, I took my children, then ages 8,7 and 2 and left Dallas with a bag of toys and a few clothes for a simpler life in the country. I hadn't landed a job yet and was very fortunate to have scored the most charming yellow frame home nestled in the woods in North Texas. (Much like the one above by dreamstime) The home was large enough for the four of us and had tons of feminine touches that just whispered, "A girly head-of-the-house lives here".
The kids and I had only been there a couple months when Christmas approached. I never let on that finances were nearly non-existent. I believe it was my son that asked a second time about a Christmas tree. I never liked spending the Holiday budget on decorations much less a tree but always had. This year it wasn't a choice.
The kids and I went walking on a Holiday adventure with Halloween buckets, trash bags, scissors and a knife. They, of course asked for my plan. Aas usual I didn't have one but explained we were going to build a tree and all the ornaments. My faith in improvisation and a vague reply pacified each of them.
We meandered through the winter woods and gathered anything and everything they found appealing.
Branches, twigs, leaves and dried flowers came home with us that day.ffed in our Halloween bucket, a pillow case and a garbage bag. Even a few large stones accompanied us as they were to serve as a base to support our tree.
We then separated according to thickness. I took shoe strings, bread ties and torn fabrics and secured twigs together and then stretched out wire hangers for the larger support. I stuck it down in the Halloween bucket that I knew would be filled with the stones for steadiness. Hairspray then became an adhesive where the kids had the most fun of all! They threw flour mixed with glitter all over the homemade tree. Some stuck. Some didn't. But it did have a cool look, much like the decorative floral picks you see in craft stores today! Plus, it was so much more memorable than having to be pushed around in a shopping cart and told not to "touch"!
The decorations....Hours of play based solely on improvisational skills, imagination and individual taste. The leaves were dusted with glitter after stringing thread through them to hang through the tree.
The baby's breath and other dried flowers were hung upside down and tied after scrunching them into a round shape as if a ball. Twigs became hearts, a straw bundle became stick men type elves, and silver foil was cut into snowflakes. Rustic Glamour with simplicity in mind is how one might describe it, but to me, it was .....
During my divorce, I took my children, then ages 8,7 and 2 and left Dallas with a bag of toys and a few clothes for a simpler life in the country. I hadn't landed a job yet and was very fortunate to have scored the most charming yellow frame home nestled in the woods in North Texas. (Much like the one above by dreamstime) The home was large enough for the four of us and had tons of feminine touches that just whispered, "A girly head-of-the-house lives here".
The kids and I had only been there a couple months when Christmas approached. I never let on that finances were nearly non-existent. I believe it was my son that asked a second time about a Christmas tree. I never liked spending the Holiday budget on decorations much less a tree but always had. This year it wasn't a choice.
The kids and I went walking on a Holiday adventure with Halloween buckets, trash bags, scissors and a knife. They, of course asked for my plan. Aas usual I didn't have one but explained we were going to build a tree and all the ornaments. My faith in improvisation and a vague reply pacified each of them.
We meandered through the winter woods and gathered anything and everything they found appealing.
Branches, twigs, leaves and dried flowers came home with us that day.ffed in our Halloween bucket, a pillow case and a garbage bag. Even a few large stones accompanied us as they were to serve as a base to support our tree.
We then separated according to thickness. I took shoe strings, bread ties and torn fabrics and secured twigs together and then stretched out wire hangers for the larger support. I stuck it down in the Halloween bucket that I knew would be filled with the stones for steadiness. Hairspray then became an adhesive where the kids had the most fun of all! They threw flour mixed with glitter all over the homemade tree. Some stuck. Some didn't. But it did have a cool look, much like the decorative floral picks you see in craft stores today! Plus, it was so much more memorable than having to be pushed around in a shopping cart and told not to "touch"!
The decorations....Hours of play based solely on improvisational skills, imagination and individual taste. The leaves were dusted with glitter after stringing thread through them to hang through the tree.
The baby's breath and other dried flowers were hung upside down and tied after scrunching them into a round shape as if a ball. Twigs became hearts, a straw bundle became stick men type elves, and silver foil was cut into snowflakes. Rustic Glamour with simplicity in mind is how one might describe it, but to me, it was .....
My Favorite Christmas Tree that happened to be FREE!
I hope you'll comment on memorable "homemades" you've shared through the years.....
I hope you'll comment on memorable "homemades" you've shared through the years.....
HGTV doesn't paint furniture like this!
The "Mud Mastermind" will be sharing her dirty mind in this segment of "how to paint with colors you already have". The shade is called, (by my husband) Mud. "oooh, lovely! she says sarcastically"....
Materials:
Beginning with a victim.....
Hopefully you have a furniture piece with SOLID WOOD and extra details, such as spindles or carvings that can catch some of the aging technique I'll share at the end of the blog.
A couple brushes

2 cheap brushes like above, found at Home Improvement Stores, referred to as chip brushes and run around a dollar each. They clean with soap and water when using latex paints but can be disposable as well.
Primer in a can (water based)
Leftover Paint or Hardware Store Ooops
(also recommend water based)
Red, Blue, Yellow and Black Craft Paint
Materials:
Beginning with a victim.....
Hopefully you have a furniture piece with SOLID WOOD and extra details, such as spindles or carvings that can catch some of the aging technique I'll share at the end of the blog.
A couple brushes

2 cheap brushes like above, found at Home Improvement Stores, referred to as chip brushes and run around a dollar each. They clean with soap and water when using latex paints but can be disposable as well.
Primer in a can (water based)
Leftover Paint or Hardware Store Ooops
(also recommend water based)
Red, Blue, Yellow and Black Craft Paint
A container with a lid (metal not recommended)
A Metal Household Spatula or Frosting Spreader
plus
WATER and a RAG
Now that you have your supplies, take the furniture piece and check for dust, oil, loose nails, hardware and any other distractions.
Realize, I DID NOT MENTION STRIPPING OR SANDING! Very rarely, and I do mean very rarely, has sanding been a part of the equation when a simpler method is available.
MIXING your COLOR
In this project, we're looking for neutral tones so.....
Here is a guide:
If your oops or leftover paint is:
Too Red or Pink? Add Green (blue+yellow)
Too Green? Add Red or Pink
Too Yellow? Add Blue + Red
Too Blue? Add Red + Yellow
The colors above will probably be too bright and clear for a distressed, antiqued finish but by following the directions below, you'll find the shade you need.
Mix
Pour your oops paint into your coffee can, 2/3 full. Add 1 cup of Primer. Stir. (I prefer stirring with the standard kitchen wire whisk). Add a squeeze of red, yellow or blue craft paint. I don't do a lot of blue simply because I like the warmer side of neutrals. Now Black. Why Black? It mutes brighter tones and gives a hint of age. I call this graying down. If your color is too dark, add the lightest color you have until you reach target color. It WILL darken after dried! Don't be afraid to add water both for lightening and thinning if needed. Often times Hardware store leftovers are too thick.
Brush
Brush on with the idea of always keeping stokes straight. Try to do one stroke from top to bottom without breaks in between. Your first coat may be a bit transparent due to the primer. If so, go over it again in a few hours when its dry. With the chair or dresser or table is almost dry and feels a bit tacky to the touch, get out your kitchen spatula.
Scrape
Scrape with your spatula or a kitchen butter knife (or both) gently around corners and edges. You will see the scraped paint bunch up. Remove after drying with your fingers or a rag.
Once you have a smooth surface, You can take it one step further and add dimension and instant antiquing with something else you may have in the cabinet.....
Antiquing
Shoe Polish in a Brown shade.
Using your chip brush, add brown polish to crevices and scraped areas. You will think you've messed up your fabulous new project! You have not. Get a generous supply in these areas and then wipe. The wiping is to soften strokes and remove excess. No Sealer or Poly urethane needed as this is a part of the character.
Finished Project
Time Spent?
Application: 30 minutes
Drying: 3 hours 18 minutes
Scraping: 15 minutes
Antiquing/Wiping: 5 minutes
I actually could've been 1/2 way done in the time it took to do this DIY blog! However, I get so many requests through the store on the kind of paint to use in painting furniture along with the questions on how to distress furniture. There are so many methods out there but I have made a living on using what I have readily available. Both for profit margin and because I just don't believe in waste, I have learned many shortcuts for time and budget that I thought I'd share this one. Hope you enjoy and please comment if you have questions or ideas. I will do a follow up blog on why I prefer one method over another so stay tuned!!!
Saturday, November 3, 2012
$1 Table? Will you take 50 cents?
Heaven will be full of garage sales, flea markets and an endless supply of glue sticks, I'm sure of it!
My little taste of heaven has dirt paths and willing participants in the trade of money for used goods.
In preparation for my semi annual Antique Show in Warrenton, Texas, I was rummaging through the early arrivals at Winnie Old Time Trade Days. I wasn't sure what I was looking but am quite certain I told my husband I had a mission. (Otherwise he would never have graced me with his presence in those fields!). I ran across a dealer with very few items displayed. That's my "pity stop". (I always try to buy at least something just to help them out). But their trailer interested me more than the goods sprawled across a table. Poking out from behind a twisted comforter was a table. It had been painted and possibly glazed but I believe its just exposure to humidity that caused it to have a 2 dimensional paint effect. I asked, and yes. Its owner replied, "One dollar" SOLD! Thrilled, I toted my new friend home.
My thoughts on the bargains found is this....The thrill of the hunt is accompanied by adrenaline and finishes off with wonder. Wondering what it is that stirs so much adrenaline and self-accomplishment when finding a good deal. We "thrifties" share this (what my husband calls an illness) passion for the unknown "loves". We ask, "Do I restyle the salvaged piece or offer it as is? Is it now a keeper"? But the greater question is: What is the thrill that drives the addiction? Is it really HOW WONDERFUL the piece is or is it THE PRICE? Look for yourself. Did the piece become more attractive AFTER seeing the price? Here are just a few pics....
Warrenton Antique Show Shabby Farm Table $15.00
Estate Sale Disassembled Concrete Fountain and laying in pieces among bushes outside $20.00
Garage Sale Vintage Lilli Ann Suede and Fur Coat $5
Now imagine each item with the PAID FOR price being cut in half. NOW, are they even more attractive?
Being a shopper has always been an emotional event. But as a seller, we want to give our customers the same feeling we feel. We want them to walk away feeling like a "winner". This is done in several ways but finding a bargain evokes self-accomplishment. Allowing the buyer the option of pricing is in itself, giving them a sense of control. They will always look at their item and know they found, priced and took ownership by EARNING their treasure. ...
found on a dirt path.
My little taste of heaven has dirt paths and willing participants in the trade of money for used goods.
In preparation for my semi annual Antique Show in Warrenton, Texas, I was rummaging through the early arrivals at Winnie Old Time Trade Days. I wasn't sure what I was looking but am quite certain I told my husband I had a mission. (Otherwise he would never have graced me with his presence in those fields!). I ran across a dealer with very few items displayed. That's my "pity stop". (I always try to buy at least something just to help them out). But their trailer interested me more than the goods sprawled across a table. Poking out from behind a twisted comforter was a table. It had been painted and possibly glazed but I believe its just exposure to humidity that caused it to have a 2 dimensional paint effect. I asked, and yes. Its owner replied, "One dollar" SOLD! Thrilled, I toted my new friend home.
My thoughts on the bargains found is this....The thrill of the hunt is accompanied by adrenaline and finishes off with wonder. Wondering what it is that stirs so much adrenaline and self-accomplishment when finding a good deal. We "thrifties" share this (what my husband calls an illness) passion for the unknown "loves". We ask, "Do I restyle the salvaged piece or offer it as is? Is it now a keeper"? But the greater question is: What is the thrill that drives the addiction? Is it really HOW WONDERFUL the piece is or is it THE PRICE? Look for yourself. Did the piece become more attractive AFTER seeing the price? Here are just a few pics....
Warrenton Antique Show Shabby Farm Table $15.00
Estate Sale Disassembled Concrete Fountain and laying in pieces among bushes outside $20.00
Garage Sale Vintage Lilli Ann Suede and Fur Coat $5
Now imagine each item with the PAID FOR price being cut in half. NOW, are they even more attractive?
Being a shopper has always been an emotional event. But as a seller, we want to give our customers the same feeling we feel. We want them to walk away feeling like a "winner". This is done in several ways but finding a bargain evokes self-accomplishment. Allowing the buyer the option of pricing is in itself, giving them a sense of control. They will always look at their item and know they found, priced and took ownership by EARNING their treasure. ...
found on a dirt path.
Labels:
Antique,
Black Friday,
crystal greer,
Dollar,
Estate,
facebook frillseekerz,
Finds,
Flea Market,
Garage,
Junk,
Junkin,
Repurpose,
Repurposed,
Sale,
Salvage,
Table,
Tag,
Trash,
Treasure,
Used
Friday, November 2, 2012
Are you stealing?
In any workplace, you stand the risk of having your hard work stolen for another's gain. Is it simply enough to get paid and look in the mirror and know you did your best?
Recently a lawsuit against Pinterest proved that, "no", its not enough. A person has the right to protect their intellectual property, whether it be their craft or their process tho reach the end result, otherwise face the charges. Pinterest implemented a program, according to reports from the Washington Post, where the up loader (or owner) has the ability to utilize a "opt out" position when posting their original content. This means they can prevent their image from being re-pinned to another's board. There's also a 500 word limit on the thread attaching to "pins" so a DIY or blog regarding the manufacturing details won't be easy to do. The debate continues over whether this is enough protection for the intellectual property owner. My thought? The jury's still out on this one.
I've always been bothered by copycats. I'm not saying people have always copied me. I'm saying its always bothered me. So many have said, "feel flattered"! Well, when someone steals your wallet, are you flattered?
A sweet lady came into my FrillSeekerz shop about a year ago and bought several purses. She came in again and shared her love of the bag but ALSO how much she'd enjoyed making some just like those I'd made. She stated how she was also looking forward to the extra income her new purses could provide for her. Realizing how much income these bags have produced for me on etsy, I wasn't excited for her but instead surprised at her naivete'. Was it nerve or ignorance? Why should I care? After all, I don't do the same design for long at all. Trends change and truly creative souls evolve as does their craft. It still bothered me. I gave her a "gentle" warning by using reference to copyright "umbrellas". She brushed it off as did I.
A year later, I was approached by a regular client who I supply her bridal shop. She discussed with me our "no compete" clause on our contractual agreement. This is when Angel informed me of my purses being carried next door to her shop. After assuring her I would protect her interest and honor my contract, I did my research. And yes, this same individual is, indeed, doing my purses as well as bridal sashes, table runners and flip flops and selling them next door to my commercial client. After contacting the mall owner, I was given the woman's contact information and left mine. She called. I was firm and definite with my intentions to sue and the grounds. The merchandise was removed but now has appeared under her name in other locations. I do plan to follow through with legal actions.
My question is this, when we've all been inspired by others, when is it crossing the line? I believe when it is for financial gain and the product has more than 90% likeness, the reproduction belongs to the original designer. If credits are not given, its the same as stealing. The profits gained from another's design do not belong to the copycat. I do realize the original designer takes a chance when posting images for the world to see BUT they should have that right. I should have the right to display my goods in my store and believe that another creative soul will acknowledge the difference between admiration, inspiration and theft. And quite frankly, nurturing that creative part of my soul means taking pride in the fact that I did it!
What's your take? Do you simply get inspired or do you steal?
Recently a lawsuit against Pinterest proved that, "no", its not enough. A person has the right to protect their intellectual property, whether it be their craft or their process tho reach the end result, otherwise face the charges. Pinterest implemented a program, according to reports from the Washington Post, where the up loader (or owner) has the ability to utilize a "opt out" position when posting their original content. This means they can prevent their image from being re-pinned to another's board. There's also a 500 word limit on the thread attaching to "pins" so a DIY or blog regarding the manufacturing details won't be easy to do. The debate continues over whether this is enough protection for the intellectual property owner. My thought? The jury's still out on this one.
I've always been bothered by copycats. I'm not saying people have always copied me. I'm saying its always bothered me. So many have said, "feel flattered"! Well, when someone steals your wallet, are you flattered?
A sweet lady came into my FrillSeekerz shop about a year ago and bought several purses. She came in again and shared her love of the bag but ALSO how much she'd enjoyed making some just like those I'd made. She stated how she was also looking forward to the extra income her new purses could provide for her. Realizing how much income these bags have produced for me on etsy, I wasn't excited for her but instead surprised at her naivete'. Was it nerve or ignorance? Why should I care? After all, I don't do the same design for long at all. Trends change and truly creative souls evolve as does their craft. It still bothered me. I gave her a "gentle" warning by using reference to copyright "umbrellas". She brushed it off as did I.
A year later, I was approached by a regular client who I supply her bridal shop. She discussed with me our "no compete" clause on our contractual agreement. This is when Angel informed me of my purses being carried next door to her shop. After assuring her I would protect her interest and honor my contract, I did my research. And yes, this same individual is, indeed, doing my purses as well as bridal sashes, table runners and flip flops and selling them next door to my commercial client. After contacting the mall owner, I was given the woman's contact information and left mine. She called. I was firm and definite with my intentions to sue and the grounds. The merchandise was removed but now has appeared under her name in other locations. I do plan to follow through with legal actions.
My question is this, when we've all been inspired by others, when is it crossing the line? I believe when it is for financial gain and the product has more than 90% likeness, the reproduction belongs to the original designer. If credits are not given, its the same as stealing. The profits gained from another's design do not belong to the copycat. I do realize the original designer takes a chance when posting images for the world to see BUT they should have that right. I should have the right to display my goods in my store and believe that another creative soul will acknowledge the difference between admiration, inspiration and theft. And quite frankly, nurturing that creative part of my soul means taking pride in the fact that I did it!
What's your take? Do you simply get inspired or do you steal?
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)






































