Rochesterians: Carve out some time in your day to check out this new mid-century amazing shop in the South Wedge. It’s about time that you introduce yourself to Amanda and Ariane, new owners of Abode, located at the corner of South Ave. and Gregory Street. Its grand opening is today, today, today! Noon to 7pm, baby.
Oh sweet heavens, to have a new source for wonderful home decor and furniture finds. We’re really quite fortunate in the Rochester area to be able to experience a variety of second hand and salvage shops, but these girls are living the dream, and I can totally relate to them. They’ve designed their shop based on their own excellent tastes, positioning themselves as expert curators in the world of mid-century furnishings and modern home decorations.
I stopped by their private grand opening party earlier this week. All I bought at that time was a great vase, but I have my eye on a lot of great pieces including a giant teak wall unit ($499) to a new dining room table set ($350) and decor, decor, decor, like this clock ($can’t remember, but totally within reach.. <$50).
Actually, right now, I’m having a small freak-out that someone out there already scooped up the most adorable child-sized chrome chairs, a set of 2 that was priced at just $25/each. Must get back to the store today when they open at lunchtime. Maybe we’ll bump into each other?
Aside from wanting to buy up all of their inventory, I’m taking notes from Amanda and Ariane; they have the delightful ability/talent/skill to stage their space in a way that makes it look so natural, so easy, so desirable. And none of that staging is easy, that I know, their own homes must be beautiful.
One thing I really liked about this shop is that they don’t have everything on display; they tell me there’s plenty more in storage. The shop isn’t daunting in the sense that you won’t have to go digging through their products to find a diamond in the rough – that’s what’s always a little intimidating to me about scouring second hand shops. And everything is clearly priced, so never will you have to ask, or, like me, have to feel awkward asking about every single item. I’d always prefer to know the prices upfront than to anticipate a haggle for something that’s out of my price range anyways.
Speaking of price ranges, there is really something for everyone at Abode. I believe the most expensive item was just $500, and everything was really beautiful… nothing that needed a dramatic amount of refinishing.
If there’s something specific you’re looking for, ask, and if you don’t see something that catches your eye, know that when you stop by the next time there’s likely to be a great rotation in the products. Always love a shop that’s going to keep me on my toes. And it’s located in a great spot too, hopefully you won’t miss it next time you’re headed to happy hour at Lux or lunch at Beale Street.
To say that they’re going to be a main go-to for me is an understatement, and no, I’m not going getting any special promos by sharing this little song and dance, I really just want their business to kick butt.
Art is going to be a big thing in our new home, but it has to be a gradual integration, you know, because art can be expensive in general, and then sometimes even more expensive to frame; we’re talking art collection, ya hear, a slowly curated little collection of prints and paintings and custom pieces that we can call our own for longer than just a short trend. We’ve set out to allow art to be one of the main sources of color, and it’ll definitely begin to provide some needed visual interest. Blank walls don’t make a home feel homey, friend, so bringing some life to them is one of our highest missions. (And it doesn’t feel right to say “new home” anymore, we’ve lived here for almost 10 months, so today’s the last time I’ll call it that, write that down, Emily, settle in.)
The print above, still unframed with no permanent spot in our home, was something I purchased from Fab.com sometime around the holidays – actually, at the same time that I purchased the deer umbrella holder you saw in this post. The battery in the Canon bit the dust just as I prepared to photograph it for real, iPhone to the rescue. Those little flowers, they’re paper, and you can see how to make them yourself in this DIY Network post because, hello springtime (not).
The Pixies concert poster reproduction by Kii Arens is a colorful presentation of one of Pete’s favorite bands, and then too, a subtle nod to the Frank Black and Pixies posters that flanked the bed in our old home.
We were fine with the notion of going without a microwave last June when we bought this place, but honestly, I expected that we would miss it and end up purchasing one to get us through until we eventually remodel the kitchen.
We actually haven’t found the lack of a microwave to be any huge inconvenience–short of the fact that using the popper to make popcorn is slightly more annoying than being able to toss a bag in to be puffed in 2:15–from soups to hot cocoa to dinner sides and leftovers, I can say that I’ve grown pretty used to heating up our everyday meals in the oven, on the stovetop, or in the small countertop convection oven. We also cook over the grill or campfire for the better part of the summer. We’re only slightly more modern than cavemen.
And then something happened (I’m feeling kind of rambly). In the middle of using it to make dinner (while hosting guests, no less), our one and only range/oven kicked the bucket, triggering a three day resuscitation effort.
Well, Pete worked it like an ER doc, I spent most of the three days shopping online for a new oven; even though our intent is to save up our cash for a nice set of future appliances for when we’re in the midst of a bigger kitchen renovation, window-browser shopping just to see what’s out there at what price point is definitely eye-opening.
What happened to us here was that the electric Whirlpool oven shut down in the midst of being used, and proceeded to emit a loud buzzing sound. The display with the clock and temperature went blank (no error codes popped up), and the lock for the self-cleaning oven feature began operating independently, the latch slowly rotating from off to on and off again in an attempt to trap my baking sweet potato chips.
We pulled the stove out from the wall, unplugged it, and pretty much left it for dead, only coming back periodically over the next day or so to plug it back in and see if it self-cured. Didn’t.
The three days of research, coupled with troubleshooting tips from the product’s user manual and a few useless calls to appliance repairmen that wanted a really lot of our money led us to believe that it might be the control panel on the back of the oven – damage, or malfunction. Unfortunately, we learned that to replace it would cost $250 which is both $245 more than I wanted to spend to repair the old stove, and half the cost of an inexpensive brand new stove, which I would have much rather gone through with purchasing (esp. if we were able to use it for a few years, and sell it during the remodel for even half of the original price). There are some damn fine ovens and stovetops out there priced in the $500-700 range, I went and stalked a few at Sears.
The good and bad end to this story is that ovens appear to have multiple lives, we know slightly more about them than we did before, and I’m destined to be cooking on an electric almond range for several more years.
The easy problem solve? Pete removed control panel completely with a screwdriver (actually just to see if he could find anything burnt on the circuit board), pressed an assortment of buttons to see if anything would trigger a change, and as soon as he reattached it and plugged the stove back in to test it, the “PF” error code displayed on the front in place of the blinking time. Push the reset configuration, wait a minute, wham bam, magic touch, make some b-fast.
Mental note to us, refer back to this post if it should ever happen again.