pierre and i were visiting my dad’s big house in the spring, and i finally had the good sense to venture inside this nothing-looking antique place in a strip mall on highway 26. it was actually massive, despite looking like a disappointing place from the outside, and filled with tonnes of cottage-y goodness — paddles and snowshoes and furs and antlers! i think the place is called blue mountain antiques and it’s open weekends. everything is a little on the expensive side, because the owner hails from parkdale. so, toronto prices in thornbury, unfortunately. but he’s open to haggling.
i bought this antler (my first antler not smuggled home from the state of texas) for $110. steep, i know, but i got him down from $140 and it was just kind of one of those things i had to have. i thought it would look great over the couch in the basement, but it rested on our coffee table for a few months while i figured out how i wanted to suspend it. it’s pretty heavy and unwieldy, and i didn’t want to drill into the brick.
instead, i turned portlandia on the t.v., screwed two hooks into the subfloor above, wrapped the antler in rusty wire, and then looped 6 lb fishing wire through that, wrapping the fishing wire around the hooks until the antler was level. so far, so good, but i’ll let you know if it lands on our heads.