Can You Provide a Home for Some Pink Elephants?

Some people rescue animals. Some people rescue other people. Some people rescue buildings.

All noble endeavors.

I rescue vintage.

What kind of vintage? Any kind. I can’t help myself.

My house has become an ode to mid-century America. There’s the 1950’s dining room set. And the doll bunk beds that my grandfather gave me in 1969. And the formica and aluminum kitchen set. And the matching 1951 hope chests (two different estates, 10 years apart & now I have a pair!). Then there’s the stack of old suitcases that fill the corner of my living room. Or the flip top serving bar. Or 1976 lithograph of Operation Sail. Or the Baldwin piano. And, then there’s the . . . well, you get the idea.

The problem is, I can’t help myself. The big stuff is bad enough, but luckily it gets to the point that you just can’ t take any more furniture. I have reached that point – in order for anything else to come in, something has to go out.

No, it’s not the big things that get me – it’s the little ones. It’s the Vintage 1950’s Pink Elephant Tin Tip Trays. They don’t take up any room – they’re just 4″ X 6″ and not even an inch high. Then there’s the Wade Whimsey on Why Church. That’s really tiny – of course, I do have the whole village. Or how about the 2 Section Autumn Leaves Drip Glaze Candy Dish? All very cool things that I had to rescue from unimaginable fates. Things I love and enjoy seeing. Things I love to receive compliments on. Things I hate to part with.

I am becoming the crazy cat lady of vintage housewares.

Unfortunately, as much as I love cool vintage things, I hate clutter and I hate dusting. As much as I love these items and all of their relatives that have found their way into my life, I can’t keep them. Their care and feeding are just more than I can handle.

So, please, if you can spare a moment, visit My Rescue Center and see if you can possibly provide a home for any of my orphans. Wouldn’t a beautiful little Nippon Celery Dish bring joy to your home?