As it turns out, I haven’t had as much time to hang out in my basement and play with my tools as I usually do, mostly because I spend all of my spare waking moments searching for property to build my cottage on. I think I’ve actually moved into borderline-obsessive territory with the property hunt, as evidenced by my appearance yesterday evening when I found a promising plot of land during an internet search that was about 15 minutes away from my rental. Since it was about 10 minutes before dark I did what any sane person would do in twenty-degree weather—ran out of the house in my cutoff sweatpants, tank top, and work boots, jumped into the car, and went about 80 down the back roads to catch a glimpse of the property before it got dark.
1.) Good property, bad neighbors. 2.) No I didn’t lose any extremities to frost bite, but now I have to keep a spare hoodie in the car in case it ever occurs to me to do something that stupid again. (It will.)
But, just because I’ve got a few unfinished (and unstarted) projects on the brain, it doesn’t mean I can’t keep an eye out for the next one. Which is why when Katy from Turtle House suggested we go on a little Junk Hunt through Ypsi/Ann Arbor, I was totally in. (And thank god for the internet finding me friends who are awesome and already know all the good places to go antiquing in this area.)
We found inspiration for building stuff:
The mecca of old door hardware:
This little table that we’re were convinced one of us needed to buy even though neither of us had a place to put it.
Now that I look at it again, I probably do have to have this thing.
We also found some objects I alternately (and authoritatively) declared were pieces of a rocket ship or light fixtures covered with Indians.
I finally figured out what Katy knew all along which is that those designs have wings and halos, so obviously they’re Jesus, not Indians. It’s a Jesus light! Well, that’s what I said out loud anyway, but it occurs to me now that Jesus didn’t have wings, so… (Once my mother stops praying for my heathen soul, she’s totally going to go buy me a bible.)
Hey, here’s something I do actually know things about.
I scored this old drill for $15. If the zombie apocalypse ever happens it’s clear I won’t be the person to look to for identifying guardian angels, but I’ll be dammed if I won’t still be able to drill holes in things.
And I wanted to buy this old carbide headlamp, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Even so, I’m a bit of a dork about antique tools so I had to learn more about how these worked.
(If you’re also a dork like me, you can find out more here.)
So I went out looking for a small dresser, ended up buying a “new” tool. I’m nothing if not consistent.