Friends, it's been a while since I last blogged. An embarrassingly long while. But, rest assured, I have been quite the busy bewitched one. And I've had a lot going on internally, too. All good.
But I'll get to all of that in due time. For now, let's step back in time to August 23 and take a stroll through the Denver Modernism Show, or I like to call it, "Mid-Mod Heaven in the Rockies" http://denvermodernism.com/
We'll start with my first lecture of the day, headed by Denver real estate Brent Jones. As I entered the lecture area, I felt like I was going to Oz; I was filled with wonder and expectancy and was NOT disappointed. Brent presented a slide show of Denver's grooviest homes, most of which he had sold, as that's his specialty.
What amazed and delighted me in equal measure was that absolutely everything Brent spoke to us about trends in Mid-Century homes I knew. Seriously, if I would contemplate a second career, it would definitely either be Mid-Mod real estate or (at the very least) house staging for Mid-Mods, complete with energy cleansing. With sage and crystals - and Retsin!
Brent shared with us the story of finding his own dream home, a house he dubbed "the whore house" because, quite sadly, someone had spray-painted the word "whore" across the brick fireplace (he admitted he learned a crack house). The home was found in a very dodgy neighborhood which, has since, changed for the better. Then Brent elicited gasps and, I think, at least one person fell out of their chair, when he mentioned that he purchased the home for under $100,000. I think I peed, just a little. Hooray, Brent, for rescuing and rehabbing the house. And making me pee just a little.
After the real estate lecture (with me taking my own mental notes about which homes would work best for Ben and me after I win the Powerball jackpot), it was off to the vendors to "ooh" and "ah". Take a look at this great piece of retro gaming at its finest.
Ben had to remind me, in his Big Adult Voice, that not only did we not have any more room for glassware, but that we'd have to ship it home. So a photo sufficed (while I wept inwardly).
It's a 70s hoolaboola! Dig that shell lamp and Happy Face mug!
Beautiful sheet sets at the same vendor (where I purchased a sunny yellow fondue pot and forks with multi-colored tips. And an orange and white 3/4 length sleeve jacket that look like vomit on the hanger, but something told me to try it on; it's pretty darned awesome and a one-of-a-kind find.
Rethought guitar, vintage patterns, Lite-Brite. You DO remember the commercial, right?:
Some furniture I would like to own. Please and thank you.
Western, Cowboy-Cowgirl, Giddy-Up furnishings for your enclosed back porch in your Mid-Mod home which I will own and then you can come over for franks and beans.
Ah, yes, there was a retro fashion show, focusing on Mod clothing. Oh, how envious Carol Brady would be.
Here's Ben, enraptured by the Charlie Weaver bartender toy. Little does he know that I'm looking for one for him for Christmas ...
Hats. A bevy of dramatic toppers. There's something I really like about the grouping of heads here.
Let me add here that I also attended lectures about psychedelic art and music, and a really informative lecture about tiki drinks, held in the event's tiki bar, which served some potent potables.
No Mid-Century Mystic worth her weight in ectoplasm would deign to ignore the pull of the Predicta "ouija board" game. Truly would've picked it up, but I'm very particular of the kinds of vibes I get from used divinatory items. And I was a little wary of this one. But, oh, the splendor!
Finally, the event poster by the talented and completely sweet and wonderful-to-chat-with Lindsey Kuhn
"What's that penguin doin' on top of your Velveeta?" "Standin'!"
After the show, we took a pilgrimage out to Arapahoe Acres, one of Denver's premiere and most sought-after Mid-Century neighborhoods. I cried copious tears and came close to being arrested because it's not cool to go up to people's homes and ask if you can come in.
Until next time, Denver Modernism. Meanwhile, I believe visions of this particular dress shall fill my dreams ...
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