I am sending out a huge round of applauds to my friend Toni of the Mid-Century Modern blog Mimomito for her research skills that helped me avoid the biggest mistake of my antique picking career. Earlier today, David & I stumbled upon a brown Eames style lounge chair listed at a ridiculously low price. You think that the price would have tipped us off but we came across it at a junk store where we have found hidden treasures in the past (i.e. rare 1st edition books for $1). So we were curious. The chair appeared to be from the right era. The leather worn in all the right places. Structurally it was sound. Needless to say, it caught our attention.
But my inner voice questioned whether it was too good to be true.
So I consulted Toni via text messages (love them smart phones) who immediately turned me on to an incredibly helpful website that distinguished real vs. fake. After quickly scanning this website we realized that the chair in front of us was not an Eames but a bona fide knock off. The dead giveaway was that the base was not five star but four. Its arm rests were also flat and made from one piece of leather. Yes, an expert would have noticed all this at first glance but we're still novices.
So thanks to Toni I am not sitting on my fake Eames right now sulking but counting the money she saved me at the click of a button. And I am one step closer to being able to spot a true Eames piece from the wannabes.
Hip Hip Hooray!
Hey, is that a Flamingo I see?

As long as we remain living in San Francisco it is highly unlikely that we will ever have a lawn. So us city dwellers had an unique dilemma. Where in the heck should we display our vintage flamingo lawn ornaments when the closest patch of green was cross town? And chances were - they would have been stolen if left unattended. And sadly, I doubt I could issue an Amber alert if they were kidnapped.
So on top of our refrigerator seemed the most logical solution.
Surrounded by vintage advertisements, our three pink flamingos now truly have a bird's eye view of the apartment.
Should We Sell These?

Problem was that they were bald.
Not wanting to spend a fortune on wigs for the girls, we were directed by friends to the "hood" in Sacramento proper. Proving once again that friend's advice in the best advice, we were able to find a wig store with a vast selection of surprisingly affordable hairstyles. Mission accomplished.
But the story gets better.
On our way back to the car we were almost car jacked in the stripe mall parking lot. Lucky for us, our would-be car jacker was over weight making it easy for us to dodge his advances in order to make a clean get away. Although annoyed at the time, I laugh recalling this dude's face when we flat out told him that we didn't have time "for this" and sped off.
So the girls are safe and sound in our living room with their new coiffure. Our only dilemma now is whether we can part with them.
Do Try This At Home


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