modern thrifter
I love beautiful things and thoughtful design. I also live in one of the most expensive cities in the country, and our family lives off a single income so that I can be at home with our kids. Patience and persistence have been the key to finding stylish things on a tight budget.
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![[ THANKSGIVING NOSTALGIA ]
Nothing makes me remember the Thanksgivings of my childhood quite like the sound of the ball bearings spinning in a Foley rolling pin. Every year my mom would spend hours rolling out crusts for the many pies needed to feed our pastry loving family. Last year I found a beloved Foley of my own at Goodwill, and I can only hope that it gives my children the same warm memories.
Happy Thanksgiving.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv4wwtxC2A1qc7v1bo1_500.jpg)
[ THANKSGIVING NOSTALGIA ]
Nothing makes me remember the Thanksgivings of my childhood quite like the sound of the ball bearings spinning in a Foley rolling pin. Every year my mom would spend hours rolling out crusts for the many pies needed to feed our pastry loving family. Last year I found a beloved Foley of my own at Goodwill, and I can only hope that it gives my children the same warm memories.
Happy Thanksgiving.
![[ MODERN CHESS ]
While back in Montana visiting my mother, I ran across my dad’s old chess set. I asked my mom a few questions about it and she told me that it was a Christmas gift she gave my dad in the early 70s. She paid $75 for the pieces, and after realizing that they were much too beautiful to be played on a cheap black and red board, she went back and bought the wood board for $25.
I always loved this set, and I remember being surprised as a kid when I first saw a standard set, because the pieces looked so literal to their names. I hadn’t realized that the set on which I had learned the game was so unusual.
Since my mom doesn’t play chess anymore, and I have lots of fond memories of playing chess with both my dad and my sister, my mom said I should take it home with me. Though there were no identifying marks on the set, it only took a twenty second google search to uncover that it is a Universum chess set designed by Arthur Elliott for Anri (Italy). I had no idea that it would be worth so much, but it seems that the set sells for upwards of $700. It is worth more than that to me, so I have no plans to ever sell it. I can’t wait to teach Alden and Tula how to play chess on their Grandpa’s board.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpygvpDPQN1qc7v1bo1_500.jpg)
[ MODERN CHESS ]
While back in Montana visiting my mother, I ran across my dad’s old chess set. I asked my mom a few questions about it and she told me that it was a Christmas gift she gave my dad in the early 70s. She paid $75 for the pieces, and after realizing that they were much too beautiful to be played on a cheap black and red board, she went back and bought the wood board for $25.
I always loved this set, and I remember being surprised as a kid when I first saw a standard set, because the pieces looked so literal to their names. I hadn’t realized that the set on which I had learned the game was so unusual.
Since my mom doesn’t play chess anymore, and I have lots of fond memories of playing chess with both my dad and my sister, my mom said I should take it home with me. Though there were no identifying marks on the set, it only took a twenty second google search to uncover that it is a Universum chess set designed by Arthur Elliott for Anri (Italy). I had no idea that it would be worth so much, but it seems that the set sells for upwards of $700. It is worth more than that to me, so I have no plans to ever sell it. I can’t wait to teach Alden and Tula how to play chess on their Grandpa’s board.
[ DAD ]
After persevering for over 20 years with Multiple Sclerosis, yesterday, my dad went to be with Jesus. I’ll be away from the blog for a few weeks to be with my family.
![[ CHILDHOOD TREASURES ]
When I was a little girl growing up in rural Montana, my family would frequently drive an hour and a half north of our town to an even more rural part of Montana, near the canadian border, to visit my Grandmother. She lived in a farmhouse on the edge of a town with a whopping population of 68 people. It was the same house where she raised my dad and his two siblings, and it was filled with old treasures—my dad’s old die-cast tractors, a wind-up cowboy rider, an old board game that was some sort of fox and hound chase, and many more fantastic toys.
Of all the toys at the house, nothing stands out in my mind as much as the wooden castle blocks do. My sister and I would play with them for hours, lost in our imagination. My grandmother has long since passed away, and I figured that the blocks were gone as well, so imagine my surprise when my Aunt pulled them out of a closet last week at her home in California. She said she had originally purchased them in Germany (though judging by the writing on the box, they are maybe French) when she was teaching elementary school in Europe during the late 1950s. She brought them back with her and kept them at my Grandmother’s house.
My Aunt is one of the most generous people I know—always serving, always giving, always loving other people. She insisted that the blocks be taken home by either my sister or myself. Since my sister’s suitcase was nearly bursting its zipper, and because she, too, is incredibly generous, I was the lucky recipient of these treasured blocks. What a joy it was to see the looks on Alden and Tula’s faces when I pulled these from my bag and opened the box.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lceitr0Bfr1qc7v1bo1_500.jpg)
[ CHILDHOOD TREASURES ]
When I was a little girl growing up in rural Montana, my family would frequently drive an hour and a half north of our town to an even more rural part of Montana, near the canadian border, to visit my Grandmother. She lived in a farmhouse on the edge of a town with a whopping population of 68 people. It was the same house where she raised my dad and his two siblings, and it was filled with old treasures—my dad’s old die-cast tractors, a wind-up cowboy rider, an old board game that was some sort of fox and hound chase, and many more fantastic toys.
Of all the toys at the house, nothing stands out in my mind as much as the wooden castle blocks do. My sister and I would play with them for hours, lost in our imagination. My grandmother has long since passed away, and I figured that the blocks were gone as well, so imagine my surprise when my Aunt pulled them out of a closet last week at her home in California. She said she had originally purchased them in Germany (though judging by the writing on the box, they are maybe French) when she was teaching elementary school in Europe during the late 1950s. She brought them back with her and kept them at my Grandmother’s house.
My Aunt is one of the most generous people I know—always serving, always giving, always loving other people. She insisted that the blocks be taken home by either my sister or myself. Since my sister’s suitcase was nearly bursting its zipper, and because she, too, is incredibly generous, I was the lucky recipient of these treasured blocks. What a joy it was to see the looks on Alden and Tula’s faces when I pulled these from my bag and opened the box.
