crown canning jars

Okay, so I was sitting in my back room last night trying to (unsuccessfully) wait out a migraine, and the late afternoon sunlight coming into the room hit a bunch of old canning jars sitting on a table waiting to be repurposed as display jars for my sewing notions.

I picked up these jars - which are so old that the glass is all warped and uneven - at a church rummage sale several years ago. Until recently they held dried beans and grains in my pantry, but I wanted food jars that were easier to clean, and switched them out for new wide mouth litre jars.

I changed the camera settings for the photo below...






















Added Thursday, March 24: I just looked up Crown canning jars online, and found this information:

Canadian Crown fruit jars can be quite common, and were made by several different Canadian manufacturers. A few rare variations do exist, however. If any have ground lips they would be worth more. Sometimes Crown jars have variations in the shape of the crown itself or extra embossing that makes them more valuable. Most of the clear ones from the 40s and 50s are worth about $1 to $3 each.

abandoned road construction sign score

Okay, so this was possibly illegal (if you consider taking road construction signs that have been left abandoned at the side of the road illegal), but I couldn't resist. Every day on my walk to work I'd been passing by this sign left over from road construction last fall, and I coveted it for my apartment. I was originally thinking of hanging it in my front room, but now I'm favoring the idea of hanging it in the hall opposite my kitchen doorway.

I love this sign on so many levels. The colour (while not, admittedly, blue like everything else in my life) appeals to me. I love graffiti, and while the sign is technically not graffiti, it definitely has that kind of feel. As you can see from later photos below, it's really beat up (although thankfully the wood is not rotting - it was a repurposed from an actual road construction sign (visible on the verso, immediately below), and therefore both made with marine-grade plywood and protected from dampness by the coatings on each face). I won't say any more, except that I find one of these photos really erotic, for some reason.

savon de marseille l'occitane

I bought this L'Occitane soap on Bloor Street and wanted a special dish to put it in. I repurposed a saucer from one of my teacups.

washbasin veggie bowl

I found this enamelled washbasin in a pile of garbage outside a home that was being renovated in my Toronto neighbourhood. The bowl was filthy, but after I got it home and cleaned it up, I loved its beat-up patina - a perfect container for late summer tomatoes.

narcissi still life

Okay, so here are a few junky things assembled to make a temporary still life one February a couple of years ago. The narcissi are growing in a glass bowl filled with marbles and river stones. The wooden stretcher was rescued from a former client's garbage pile. I thought it made an interesting accent in the only window in my Toronto apartment.

orange crate side table

I have no idea if this is really an orange crate. It's definitely some kind of crate. When my brother and sister and I were little, my dad took this crate, turned it on its end and added a couple of shelves. Then my mom painted it mint green and drew electric stove elements on the "top" with black magic marker. Presto magicko, it became a toy stove for us to play with.

Years later as a teenager I painted it white, and it's been used as some sort of furniture ever since - whether on its end as a shelf, or on its side (above) as an occasional table. As I write this, it's now part of my wall o' shelves.

junk style christmas tree

I'm not a big fan of decorations at any time of year, but perhaps even less so at Christmas. It's not that I'm a Scrooge - I love the time of the winter solstice, and the symbolic return of the light celebrated in the Christian tradition. But I definitely don't go in for Christmas trees, lights, or any of the other knick-knacks that many people seem to love.

The second Christmas I lived in Toronto, however, I felt the need for some special THING in my apartment to mark the season. I found a small branch on one of my walks and, inspired by Tibetan prayer flags and various other rituals, decided to "decorate" my branch with paper slips upon which were written the qualities I wished to develop in the coming year. Things like discipline. (To be honest, that's the only one I can remember. Apparently I didn't wish to develop memory. Just saying.)

Anyhow, I offer my Christmas prayer tree as an example of what you can do with found objects to create unique seasonal decorations for your home.

(The pot, by the way, was a gift a couple of Christmases earlier from a client of mine. Her daughter had painted it. I treasured it until it broke.)