My 1950s Flea Market Addiction

I recently found this nifty item at our local antique mall. Couldn't resist.

Do you know what it is? I was especially enthralled with the atomic boomerang designs on the turquoise vinyl top. For now, it will make a nice side table. Some day - it will go in my huge walk-in closet where I have ample storage for my vintage clothes, shoes and hats!

We live in a 1990s era home, but most of our decorating choices come straight from the late 1950s. Soon, we will have to find a house to match our design taste. Here are a few snapshots of my favorite flea-market, garage sale, antique shop finds...

Our family room is furnished via Craigslist. This great ivory vinyl sofa, chair, and end table came from a home in Indiana and took three months of bargaining.

One of the newest additions is the upright bass - tucked in the corner. This was another Craigslist find - just two blocks from my home! Now, I need to learn to play it.

I am fascinated by 50s lamps and curtains. Love the odd shapes and interesting patterns.

Vintage signs in the kitchen and bathroom. The old DONUTS sign came from Indianapolis at one of our first rockabilly events. The Ladies Room sign was a garage sale find. Heavy old metal enameled sign.

Ever since I inherited some Fiesta ware from my Grandma Storms, I have loved the brightly colored pottery of the 40s and 50s. This is a recent addition to my kitchen - a place to display some of my bowls.

Thanks for taking a mini-tour of my flea market finds. Want to go shopping with me?

Comments

Anonymous said…

AAAAAAhhhhh!!! Love the finds, I have not been able to find any lamps during my estate sale or thrift store excursions. The house looks great.

June 21, 2012 at 10:26 AM

kjansma said…

Hi Jamie! Isn't that one of those things shoe salesmen used to sit on while you put your foot on the little ramp part so he could tie your shoes?
Kathy (Jansma) Eubanks

July 13, 2012 at 4:25 PM

Jamie Janosz said…

Hi Kathy! Wow - we miss you! Your artwork is all over our home. Yep - you are right! I wish I had a huge vintage shoes closet - I'd make Milt pretend to be my shoe salesman :-).

July 13, 2012 at 5:12 PM

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