And it's not an easy question to answer. Because, if I was an honest person that didn't come from a public relations background, I would respond simply with the following answer: Everywhere. But most people don't want to hear that and I'm a fan of a good adventure story anyway.
So here's the tale of how I procured the most recent batch of goodies at Kanibal Home. I'll try my best to not exaggerate (but no promises).
|(The setting ... if this was a made for TV movie)|
Several times a month I set out on day-long trips to hunt, scavenge, barter, bribe and beg my way into the lives of strangers so I can drag a car load of found objects and vintage treasures back to Kanibal Home. It's not glamorous work, but it's rewarding. I often come home late with dirt under my nails and bags ringing my eyes. This trip was not an exception.
I knew I had a two to three hour drive to upstate New York ahead of me so I whispered some kind words to The Beast (my truck ... you know, the one with the fork wound on the hood and the Pollock-like splashes of urban dirt everywhere) and started out on the trip. Except, the weather didn't look anything like the above image ... it was hailing.
|(Don't worry, I wasn't snapping pictures and driving during inclement weather ... that's what Australian navigators are for. Well that and snacks. She brought enough food to feed us for a week-long excursion.)|
We weren't in Jersey City anymore, that was sure. There were trees as far as the eye could see. And as the cars on the road started to dwindle, so did the frequency of the streetlights. Really? Who thought that was a good idea? Obviously not someone traveling in an old Jeep Cherokee. I might as well have turned off my lights and held a flashlight out the window. But I digress ...
We reached our destination and spent several hours (and several hundred dollars) picking through an estate in the woods. The house itself was extraordinary. In addition to the main residence there was also a carriage house, potting shed and garage on the property. They kept their three horses in a stable down the road. The husband kept joking and asking is I wanted to buy the estate and I could just keep all the odds and ends where they were ... sigh. Did I mention that there were multiple libraries with built-in bookcases and a cast-iron fire place? If I had a first born I would have considered trading it. Wait, my navigator did! Did she want to ... no? ... was she sure? ... OK, OK, I was just kidding. Kinda.
So now it was late and pitch black out and we were on the road traveling back to Jersey City. I pulled up to the shop, unloaded the car, ate dinner standing up in the kitchen, walked the dog and went to bed. The next morning I came into the shop, sorted through my finds (most of the bigger items went out in the shop, some got stashed in the back for later and an even smaller percentage got put aside and photographed for the website).
|(A large antique mirror and vintage fire extinguisher cuddle up in the kids corner.)|
|(A vintage garden stool in a bright teal is added to the center display area.)|