This small cabinet was purchased in 1990, in Portland, when we were still living in our Seattle cottage. We preferred junking & hunting for architectural salvage in Portland & would visit several times a year. The cabinet was spotted at a flea market on Hayden Island, not far from where we live now. It was marked- "Red Cross Supply Cabinet". It was painted enamel white & the Husband stripped it this far & I decided I that I liked the way it looked in process & asked him to not take it further. It has glass on all 4 sides. The cabinet is filled with small items from boyhood: arrowheads, agates, fossils, Indian head nickles, campaign buttons... stretching into adulthood: dog tags, glass candies from our trip to Venice, police whistles from a London junk shop, late 19th century shards found while helping dig a community garden in Seattle's International District, & the bullet from when I was shot. The cabinet of my life's flotsam & jetsam sits at the end of my worktable. Like so many things in life, if you click on it, it will get bigger.
We collect dog pictures.
The Husband believes in filling a small space with a lot of objects & art & leaving the larger spaces with more blank areas. Our one very small bathroom, the only room in the house that has yet to have an extensive makeover, is filled with collections. The top painting was found at the 12th Street Flea Market in NYC on our 20th anniversary. I love it beyond all reason. The bottom is from a Seattle junk shop in the Pike Place Market. We actually lived in the Market in the mid-1980s.
More from the Dog Pictures collection. On the left is a plate from a book that says- "Dog Of The Monastery" & on the right is a wood cut of a dog, a plate from a book of fables dated 1777. Above them hangs a Tramp Art terrier.
In the bathroom is a wall with some choice pieces from my vintage photographs of men.
19th Century ceramics surround the very first photograph of my collection, an opening night gift from a very cute young actor in his very early 20s (heck, I was only in my late 30s), I played his father... the pair of soldiers from WW1 are remarkable to me still, & a lovely memory of a time when I was working a lot as an actor & had young men buying me gifts. This piece started 25 years of collecting old photographs of men being affectionate.
Thank you for taking a look around. I have more if you are curious.
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