I will be the very first to admit that my patience for second hand store shopping is fleeting and limited. I am really into the IDEA of searching for treasure, and finding lovely goodies that will make me feel complete, but the truth is more that I have a short attention span. My friend family is in a constant state of preparing for the next costume clad adventure. I think our collective tickle truck would rival Mr. Dress up. Girl weekends, Festivals, Thursday afternoons, are all events unto which we pull out the spandex, the fur, the sequined-tasseled-glittered what-have-you, and so over the years I’ve collected some fabulous (and not so fabulous but most certainly humorous) specimens of textile apparel. Another thing about me, is that I move…. all the f-ing time. We are talking 5 homes in the last year and a half, I am not exaggerating, its tiering. It also makes you hate your shit. Shit that once was a Fabulous Find! A treasured article of of costume uniform. So here I am, with arm loads of shit/memory artifacts, in a home that (Fingers crossed) is a keeper (more on said home later) and not a whole lot of room to put it down.
Enter Esty shop that I made and abandoned in August of 2011. Originally set up for my Art… which never made it to online. I am now about to segue from Just-Art, To Art-Awesome-Vintagey-Things-That-I-Love-but-have-no-room-for.
WELCOME TO www.etsy.com/shop/CompassandHatchet
( Disclaimer: This is a work in progress- as is everything that I do.)