Holt Howard Hoarder Status

It’s really weird that I started collecting this Holt Howard stuff in the first place. “Cats, not cat stuff,” is my motto and these are way too cutesy for me. But here we are. I almost sold these off, cuz I didn’t really think I had the space for them in my new house. But Jenn, (my friend and enabler) convinced me to hang on to them. And then I found the perfect little space in an upstairs nook, painted it pink and the whole thing came together.


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Oh, why did I do this? I haven’t posted in over a month (I’m sorry if my three faithful readers missed me) but I’ve been so busy. I know everybody says that, but I mean SO busy. I’ve had 18 hour days for a month straight. Four to five hours of sleep a night and full days of physical labour and spending tons of money that I don’t really have on my house. My charming little 1913 house, the one I wasn’t planning on moving out of for some time. Here’s the short version/timeline;

Day 1: I hear that a house I love on my street is going up for sale. (I haven’t even seen the interior.)

Day 2: We get pre-approved at the bank so we can make an offer before the house is listed.

Day 3: We get to see the house before it’s listed.

Day 4: We make an offer, contingent on the sale of our house.

Days 5-35: We bust our asses getting our current house ready for sale. It’s been through three rounds of renos in the past ten years, but we tackle every little thing that we never got around to, pack up half our lives into a storage pod in the backyard, paint nearly every wall and basically work like maniacs every waking hour that we’re not at work. When I say “We,” I should tell you I mean “Me.” My husband was on a marking deadline at his job (he teaches English at a university) And was swamped. He helped where he could, but I was definitely at the helm of this shizz. I hired my brother Adam, who recently moved to town and as it turns out, is a really great handyman! So, that was amazing. There’s a zero percent chance I could have done it without him. He is way more skilled at repairs than I am, and was at the house working nearly every day for a month.

My house went on the market four days ago and I’m having a daily heart attack…I just want it to sell and be over with. It’s hard to keep everything spotless for showings (I feel like I can’t even sit on my furniture, cuz I’ll wreck stuff.)My kitties are all living in my mom’s rec room (which is where I am right now- I’ve been having frequent slumber parties with them, but I miss having them at home so much.) I’m terrified about trying to sell a house in November in Winnipeg, because who wants to buy a house and move in knee-deep snow and minus 20 temperatures and I’m pretty stressed. I spent a small fortune fixing this place up in such a small amount of time and feel like I’ll never be out of debt again. Ever. At least I’m not as stressed as I was last week. I’ve had two full nights of sleep in a ROW! I’ve left my house for something OTHER THAN WORK AND HARDWARE STORE RUNS. I’ve broken down is stress-fuelled tears more often in the past month than in the past two years. I’m not sure it was worth it, honestly. If I had known how awful, how stressful, how expensive, how taxing it would be on my husband and I…I wouldn’t have done it. On the plus side, the house looks fucking great.




This Week In Wicker

I’ve been a no-show around here, as I’ve been crazy busy! I had a massive yard sale to plan (it was yesterday and it was amazing!) Plus I’ve got a short trip to the States coming up this week and I’ve been swamped at work with all the fall orders coming in. Here’s a quick shot of some baskets I’ve collected since I’m gonna jump on the basketwall bandwagon. I mean, they’re not on the wall yet, because I’m lazy and have shit to do, but they might be someday. 😉



Collections: Cathrineholm Lotus

I promised myself I wouldn’t start collecting Cathrineholm dishes. Even though I love them, I’m not a girl who needs to search out more stuff to spend money on. That happens to me often enough in my everyday life. And who needs gorgeous, colourful, mid-century Scandinavian design classics anyway?

Well, obviously I folded. OBVIOUSLY. I bought my first piece from an Ebay seller two months ago, and there’s been a steady, expensive snowballing effect since then. I’ve NEVER come across one of these in the wild, but I have dreams about finding a stack at some granny’s yard sale one day. (I mean this literally. I DREAMT ABOUT DISHES LAST NIGHT.) To be fair, yesterday was my birthday and I received a lot of dishes. My friends know me too well. I got two more pieces of Cathrineholm, a mint condition red Pyrex hostess dish AND a turquoise Fiestaware canister. (I have a problem and am surrounded by enablers.)

These are all of the CH pieces I’ve got so far (plus one that’s on the way!) If you’re a crazy dish weirdo, too, keep reading after the photos for a brief history of Cathrineholm.


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This was my first piece. I’m pretty sure I had heart palpitations when the UPS guy drove up.

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The second piece I bought, I wound up selling to a friend. The colour is way more her style than mine, and her eyes bugged out when she saw it. It was meant for her.


This is an image from the internet, to be replaced when I take a picture of mine at home. I wound up with two of these in the exact same size. The colours looked different online, but…no.

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How great does old Cathrineholm look with new Wild & Wolf enamelware? SO great.

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This is my only non-lotus pattern, but it mixes it up a bit and I love yellow.


Jenn gave me this platter last night, and it is gloriously avocado.


This one was a birthday present from my fella. He’s a keeper.


This one is on the way here!

Cathrineholm Lotus: A Brief History. Closer to a blurb, really.

CathrineHolm. Not a person, but a Norwegian enamelware manufacturer popular in the mid 50s to late 60s. The lead designer, Grete Prytz Kittelsen was an icon of Scandinavian design, and likely created the shapes of the dishes, but the lotus pattern was the creation of Arne Clausen. He came up with the pattern in 1962, though Kittelsen was decidedly NOT a fan, believing dishes looked better with no adornment. I’MA HAFTA DISAGREE.

The colourful enamelware was used to create bowls, plates and platters, kettles and coffee pots, pans, cooking pots, casseroles and dutch ovens. These were all made at the Cathrineholm factory in Norway. There were also canisters, spice jars and salt and pepper shakers, which were designed by the company, but made in Japan.

The colours run the gamut, from the bold primary and secondary colours (my faves) to the earthier tones that were becoming more popular as they headed into the seventies.

Now collectors items, you can find them in antique shops, on ebay and etsy, and if you’re really lucky, maybe some hip granny’s yard sale.

But don’t tell me if you do, cuz I get really jealous. I mean, do you ever see someone on Instagram showing off their amazing find with a 99 cent price tag on it and think “who the fuck is THIS bitch?” No? Oh, uh, me either.









So many things, so few places to put them.

I live in a small house (900 & something square feet) and if my stuff weren’t so cool, I’d be reaching borderline hoarder status. (HOARDERLINE status?)

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I try to be really good about getting rid of stuff and am a firm believer in what William Morris said; “Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.” The trouble is, I find a LOT of stuff to be beautiful. As the buyer for the shop where I work, I’m constantly on the lookout for amazing items. A hazard of the job is finding stuff I love for myself all the time. AND GETTING IT WHOLESALE. I’m better at restraining myself than I used to be, but I’m a hardcore maximalist and it goes against my nature. I also have a tiny little side business selling vintage decor & kitchenware, so I’m constantly thrifting/antiquing/yard sale-ing and trying not to keep all the best stuff for myself.

Both sides of my family are collectors, so I come about it honestly…possibly genetically. (IF I CAN BLAME MY HOARDER NATURE ON MY MOTHER, YOU BETTER BELIEVE I’M GONNA DO IT.) My mom is currently collecting “ugly pitchers” to display on top of her kitchen cabinets. (You know the ones shaped to look like fruit and veg? Yeah, those.) My dad collects Indigenous art (mostly Canadian.) My grandpa Dave collected stamps, my Grandmere collects spoons. My aunt Laureen collects salvaged metal, glass vases and vintage lamps and turns them into upcycled garden art (You can see some of her stuff on “Upcycling The Globe” on facebook!) This is the latest piece I need to have:


I collect art, records, books, Day of the Dead stuff, Holt Howard cats (I don’t know how it happened) and dishes. Lots and LOTS of dishes. Subcategories of dishes! Fiestaware, the Acapulco pattern from Villeroy & Boch, Mexican talavera, and the Pyrex Friendship pattern. Oh, and red, orange and yellow Pyrex. That should be enough, surely.

But I recently started buying CathrineHolm stuff. Whhhhhhhy? I told myself I wouldn’t do it, because even though I love it SO much, it is way too spendy for me. It’s a small amount so far (I’ve never seen ANY in the wild) but I’ve got 2 bowls right now. I have two platters on the way, and my fella bought me a sweet dutch oven casserole thing for my upcoming birthday. (He thinks I don’t know, but I know.)

Whoa, where’d the time go? The thrift store near me opens in 5 minutes and #OnTuesdaysWeThrift. Gotta go look for some ugly pitchers with my mom. And maybe some CathrineHolm? Wish me luck, if I find anything amazing, I’ll let you know!

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