A Cool Shit Extravaganza

Picture this: It's 1994, stirrup pants were having their hay day and crimpers were used regularly enough to have a permanent plug in spot in the bathroom. A girl, her mom and her grandma would go 'to town' every Saturday morning and hit up some garage sales. Gram would always find clothes, hold them up and go "these would be really good in a quilt". She'd buy the girl a crap load of toys, sweet gold lamps and piles of "good fabric" clothes and we'd spend the rest of the day cutting squares for quilts and scraps for Barbie clothes. That night, I'd make a place for all my cool shit in my room. I mean girl. I mean me, you know it's me we're talking here. You can never have too many sweet lamps by the way. Fast forward to now and this girl can in no way throw away any pair of jeans or flannel pants cuz they'd be "good quilt fabric" no matter how much shit piles she's got in her basement. My mom has the same problem. We are basically sitting on a gold mine of cool shit. Mom likes to sew. I like to thrift. Dude, I used to thrift before it was cool. "Midcentury Modern" should have been called "Amy Era". I can prove it with all my starburt gold lamps, pleather footstools with cherry legs and freaking door beads. I love finding cool old shit. I love reusing things and finding new ways to make new things. Therefore, we present to you Hagen House. The house of a buncha cool shit.