TLC needs a whole new weirdo category just for me....

This is not a flea market.  This is not a yard sale.   This is not the opening sequence of Sanford and Son.  This is not the partial contents of a crazy person's shop.  Oh wait, that last one?  Yeah that one might be right. 

Let's delve a bit closer into the bottomless, black pit of my illness.  Please come along if you dare.

Are those disembodied mannequin parts?  Why of course they are.  I have three complete mannequins.  Lucy Parker, Doris Cooper and Mabel Jones.  Sometimes their parts get scattered.  I actually have the same problem.  What else is out here, well we have dress screens, end tables, four or five foot stools, red folding stool, two walking dolls from the 60's, three beds, lamps, dishes, shelves, easels, porch ballisters, cookie jars...you don't want me to go on do you?  Ok.  Well let's head on inside.  There's more.

Lamps, plaques, pictures, desks, couches (yes more than one), arm chairs, frames--behind those doors is a fainting couch and fabric and a waterfall vanity from the 40's and...and...and who knows what else.

Good thing the upstairs loft isn't finished.  Hey did you know that if you stack things just right you can balance furniture even if there are no floor boards?  It's like old junk JENGA, though you might end up in the ER if you lose this round. 

Oh look more body parts up there.  I think those are Life Sized Barbies. 

Now I know I cleared out a space so that I could do something.  Oh yeah.  I needed to reupholster another Victorian sofa.  Note to self:  Don't brag on the internets that you can upholster stuff...people will ask you to ummm, upholster stuff. 

Here is the little bench/sofa thingy before or just after before, more like twenty minutes after we ripped it apart....

Special thanks to my friend Cindy for helping me rip the old upholstery off. 

And here it is after, well not after but kind of in the middle or at the end of the middle or really at the beginning of the end...I ran out of staples and still need to finish the arms, back and glue on the trim...

What do you think of the fabric?  The lady asked me to pick it out for her.  She said she trusted me.  I may have gotten a bit bold, but I really didn't want to work with another neutral.  Did I mention I bore easily? 

And then Husband came home and said, "Did your shop throw up?"  So funny.  Just sooooo funny.  Did you know Husband was voted "Wittiest" in our senior class.  I was tallest.  Now that takes talent.  I wasn't even the tallest, but the real tallest girl was my best friend and she already had something, so she gave it to me, she was the year book editor.  I think she was smartest.  Weird that she didn't give me that one.   

Anyway, then it started to rain and I had to move all that crap back in and for some reason it didn't fit like before and it's even worse.  I think I am going to have a yard sale.  Husband says he doubts it.  But I really think it needs to be done.  But if any TLC producers are out there looking for a new show, I just want you to know that I also have lots of animals...

Just give me a call, if I can only find that darn phone...

Smiles from the farm,

Lisa