Friday was my birthday so I treated myself to a little junkin’. First I hit my favorite consignment shop where I found three very old ironstone mugs. I actually went looking specifically for ironstone mugs, so it must have been my birthday luck!
I am a junkaholic. Or at least I think I think I am. I love a good rummage sale and prefer to spend my free time on the hunt for anything vintage. My previous blog and IG name, “Junkaholics Unanimous” was a play on my addiction to junkin’ and being proud of it. On my blog I called for all vintage junk addicts to proudly unite along with me, and many did! One day I was discussing the ideas for my new blog with my dear blogging friend Olivia at Reinvented Collection. She has a stunning blog and gorgeous French style. She has been such a blessing to me as I have jumped back on the blogging horse and I truly value her opinion and expertise.
We were discussing whether or not to keep my old name on Instagram and other social media accounts when I launched Follow The Yellow Brick Home. Out of nowhere she said, “Amber! ‘Junkaholic’ does NOT represent your style!” One thing about Olivia—she is a straight shooter!
What? Why? How? Junk IS my style. I love anything chipping, rusty, crusty, old…junky! Olivia is in Alaska, so she hasn’t had the opportunity to see my collections of jars of antique marbles, vintage buttons, and mismatched game pieces, hoards of vintage pearls, or stacks of antique post cards curated neatly around my home. Neatly. Yikes! So maybe I am not be a hoarder? I might be having a crisis of identity!
After listening to her reasoning I began to agree with her. I love to go junkin’, but I really do have a more brocante and shabby-French Farmhouse style. I don’t have hoards of rusty metal and salvaged wood piled up behind the garage (anymore). Inside the garage is a different matter…