y'all know that maison21 loves his junque (not junk, because what we pick up is a bit chic-er than that, we think). he's never met a junk shop, thrift store, yard sale, estate (tag) sale or flea market he didn't want to stop into and browse for pretty things. well, here's where you might think maison21 is bit crazazy- sometimes maison21 thinks his ability to find the good junque borders on the psychic- like little voices in his head leading him to pretty things, kind of psychic (though in reality it's probably more like little voices saying maison21 needs his meds). but seriously, sometimes it's more than habit or frequency of shopping that leads maison21 to his finds, sometimes it's a higher power calling him to his destiny... hence, the title of today's post, "the junque whisperer". *cue creepy music*
take yesterday- maison21 was inspired to write up his little post on the under-the sea themed tchotchkes he has been collecting of late, and as soon as he was finished with said post, he ran out the door to run some errands. one of his stops was next to a goodwill thrift store, and though m21 previously said he never met a thrift shop he didn't like, that wasn't entirely true- maison21 doesn't normally EVER step foot inside a goodwill, because the quality of their junque (at least here in los angeles) is well, junky- as in just throw that sh*t away, junky- and they are usually dirty, and gross, to boot. but yesterday, a little voice whispered to m21: "stop in to the yucky goodwill, maison21, stop in".
so he did.
and amidst all the chipped china, broken appliances and soiled baby clothes was the following under-the-sea beauty of a ceramic bowl, for just $4.99:
big deal- so he found a shell bowl, you might say- but sometimes the scores are much bigger than that:
several years ago, while in palm springs, maison21 was on the way for his first thing in the morning starbuck's injection, and NOTHING gets in the way of maison21 and his coffee first thing in the morning- NOTHING. but this particular morning, a little voice whispered in his head to drive by one of his favorite consignment stores BEFORE he got his coffee, not after. luckily, cranky maison21 listened to the little whisper, not to the screaming of his caffeine withdrawal, and he's quite glad he did- because there, being unloaded off a truck, (and surrounded by a nimbus of golden light- seriously- like angels sang and sh*t), was something that maison21 had coveted for years- a dorothy draper chest of drawers! maison21 proceeded to scoop it up for virtually nothing (and has long since resold it, for slightly more than nothing. course now he wishes he kept it, as he's since found another and would have a pair. but that's another story).sometimes maison21's little voice works in a slightly more circuitous way:
last year, while seeking design inspiration for a chic and shapely curtain pelmet to be used in a client's bedroom, m21 randomly pulled out one of his vintage decorating books, a bound volume of house and garden magazines circa 1961. while flipping through the book, maison noticed an ad for furniture by one of his design heroes, harvey probber. m21 had long admired mr. probber's work, but the chic gothic meets modern headboard in the ad was new to him, and m21 made a mental note of it, to possibly adapt for a future design project.
cut to the very next day, when maison21's little voice told him he needed a coffee break, and to walk to his neighborhood starbuck's (this wasn't the caffeine addiction screaming this time either- it was the little whisper, swear). now there are two ways to walk to maison21's neighborhood starbuck's- one down a leafy tree lined street- the route he normally takes when mona is along, or down a busy retail strip, filled with slightly run down antique shops (read junk stores). this is the route he takes if mona isn't along, as several of the shop owners frown upon his well-behaved little girl in their stores (they're mean). mona was at the groomer that day, so shops run by mean, animal-hating people it was...
and there, inside one of those dusty "antique" shops (ok, thrift store), maison21 spied- though a grimy window no less, hidden behind a stack of shabby-chic iron headboards- a 1961 harvey probber headboard, exactly like the one he saw the day before in his vintage decor book! freaky coincidence, or psychic phenomenon?
here's where it gets a little weirder- maison21 had tried literally DOZENS of vintage headboards over the years, and none had ever worked out. he has exactly 63 inches between his inward swinging casement windows, and all the headboards he's tried for his queen sized bed, have either been too big, or if they fit, they looked crowded and ugly. maison21 had actually resigned himself to life without a headboard, and had nothing but plaster behind his head- until little mr. harvey probber headboard walked into his life, that is- and who amazingly, fit into maison21's tight squeeze of a bed wall, just perfectly at 62 inches (the exact width of m21's platform bed), and little mr. probber headboard even matched m21's existing vintage nightstands! it truly was meant to be- thank you, little voices!the moral of our story? listen to those little voices in your head- they could be trying to tell you something important! like, go shopping- your destiny awaits you inside the next antique shop...