flea market


Sunroom at Dawnridge via The Adventures of Tartanscot

When I read Scot Meacham Wood's blog post on the luncheon he attended at Dawnridge, once home to decorating legend Tony Duquette, I was malachite green with envy. The swish affair, hosted by Sferra linens and Hutton Wilkinson, Duquette's protegé  and business partner, included a guest list that was a who's who of who was in LA for the Design Blogger Conference. I've been rather mad for malachite for a couple of years now, and Dawnridge is mecca for malachite lovers. Duquette was a devotee of the material -- a carbonate mineral in the most exquisite shade of green. If you know me at all, you know I have a soft spot for all things green. Above is a shot of the sunroom at Dawnridge -- the carpet, round tablecloth, and design details along the ceiling all exhibiting the unmistakable green-black swirls of malachite. Just delicious.

Malachite is mined in the Democratic Republic of Congo -- hmm, that can't be good.

Here's our own burgeoning collection. These pieces once belonged to my favourite Toronto designer -- they are true treasures -- adore the egg!

This groovy little faux malachite painted box is also part of the collection chez nous. The top is the best part:

Spied this little pretty from Lamshop at the New York Gift Show in Feb. I could find a spot for this.


And bless Chicago designer Summer Thornton for her use of the wonderful Cole & Son malachite wallpaper. It's so sexy and just perfection with the overscaled wing chair and checkerboard floor -- oh the drama!

But the pièce de résistance is here. A nice tall, shapely papièr maché  faux malachite urn with lid. I found this stunner at a massive antiques warehouse in Arundel, Maine. Total score. As if I didn't love Maine enough already -- this find endeared her to me even more. My only regret? Well, not to be greedy, but this really is the kind of item one wishes one had a pair of....sigh.


antique markets: aberfoyle and freelton

Mr. A and I sure like antiquing. In fact, our second date was a fun treasure hunt in Toronto's Leslieville neighbourhood, followed by a long chat at a nearby café. Since then, we've gotten up before dawn more times that we can count to sell or shop or both. We've camped out in a tent at the Christie Antique Show in all kinds of weather to sell, and then shopped by flashlight in the pitch black before sunrise and long before the gates opened. We've been to the Paris flea markets, and Portobello and Bermondsey on London. Every time we visit New York, we check out the 26th St flea, even though it keeps getting smaller and smaller. There's one dealer in the garage flea who knows us and remembers us every time. She has the coolest quirkiest stuff. 

Last Sunday was a real treat for us -- we haven't been antiquing together in so long. We hit the Aberfoyle Antique Market in Aberfoyle, just outside Guelph, Ont. and then the Freelton co-op, just down the road from Aberfoyle. To be honest, it was a bit slim pickin's out there. It's end of season and it was drizzly. But we've been at this long enough to know that some days are more fruitful than others. We just enjoyed what we saw and being together. 

This would make the most excellent kitchen island. Either painted up in dark grey or as is in all it's industrial primitive glory.

I've been kinda obsessed with director's chairs lately so I really wanted these, but the seats were just barely wide enough for my behind -- could never deal with a chair as a constant reminder of girth -- I've got skinny jeans to do that.

Old corbels -- always love and there a just so many ways to reinvent them. These ones had a perfect degree of decrepitude and were a good versatile size.

These three were just standing around waiting to be made into lamps.

His and hers Cruisers in my favourite colour were murder to resist, but the timing just wasn't quite right for these in my life. That's the thing about antiquing -- gotta be the right price AND the right time for the find to enter your life or you have to walk away.

Nancy Drew, I will always wish I was you!

Hardy Boys (aka Shawn and Parker), I will always remember the crush I had on you.

Happy and a touch Scandi.

Mother of pearl handled silver tea strainer -- there is no valid reason why you did not come home with me. You should have -- there's always one that gets away.

Truly nobody ever got telephone design right after this one...and now it's too late. I haven't had a land line in 3 years.

Here's the lone winner. We couldn't leave empty-handed so this little table came home with us. It will get a new top and a coat of pant -- there's a drawer in the bottom part. Love the turned spool legs.

The morning ended with a classic diner brunch -- small town service, no waiting, seat yourself, no 'tude, no fancypants eggs benny ten ways, no soy latte, no homemade granola and greek yogurt option -- just 2 eggs over easy, toast, side of sausage and a toasted western + home fries, lots of coffee -- perfect.