It’s no secret that I love thrifting! I frequently go to St. Vincent de Paul, Salvation Army, HAVIN Second Chance Store (all located in Kittanning) and various Goodwills (Butler, Natrona Heights, Cheswick mostly). I also hit up yard/garage sales in the summer.
Frames are great to purchase used to save money. Keep in mind prices will vary from store to store, but on average I pay under $2 for an 8×10. St. Vincent De Paul has a great selection and occasionally does specials where you can BOGO or x amount for $x. I once bought 20 frames for $14 there! Another time I bought 8 8×10 frames at Salvation Army for $2! Goodwill has 50% off color of the week. If you are in the area and have a few extra minutes, take a peek! Frames purchased brand new from Walmart or Target are typically $5 and up, considerably more if you are buying large frames.
Some things you should know:
The frames will look worse than they actually are – dusty, dirty, stickers on them, etc. Nothing a little soap, water and elbow grease can’t fix!
They might have broken or missing glass – not a problem, purchase a frame from Dollar Tree to replace it or have plexiglass cut to size if it is a large frame.
You can sometimes find frames that match together, but sometimes you will need to keep your eyes peeled at different stores! You don’t need ones that match though – just spray paint them the same color!
Wooden frames work best – make sure they are real wood. I have bought some before that was like a sticker that looked like wood – you could take it off and try sanding possibly.
Plastic frames work, but if it has an intricate design make sure to dry completely or else you will see water beads when you go to spray paint.
Painted frames may or may not work for this. I have tried some that worked, others the color bled through no matter what I did. At least if you mess up on a thrifted frame, you aren’t out too much money.
Some darker colors will need a coat of primer.
I am going to share some photos and my process for turning thrifted frames into ones that look like they were from the store – by using spray paint!
The first thing I do when I am ready to spray paint is get my folding table ready and cover it with a tablecloth. Next, I get the frames I want to spray paint and begin taking them apart. I fill my sink with hot water and some dish soap. I wash the frame, rinse and dry it. Then, I take it out to the table to dry a little more before I spray paint. I put a coat on, let it dry and then put another coat on. Once that is dried, I flip the frame over and put a coat on the back. While I am waiting for coats to dry, I wash the glass with the same water I used for the frames. I use a kitchen towel to dry then wash with windex/paper towels. Once everything is dry, I reassemble the frame.
An 11×14 frame at Goodwill for $1.29 but I actually got 50% off 🙂
A stylized 5×7 frame at St. Vincent De Paul for $1.00
In process; Rustoleum Chalked Linen White Spray Paint $7 at Walmart
The finished products! I just love the chalk spray paint and how it looks so nice!
Would you consider thrifting frames in the future? Have you thrifted frames? I’d love to hear about your experiences and any tips you have as well!
It’s no secret that I love printed photos – read why HERE and HERE. I’m going to discuss how to budget for photography sessions, prints and frames in this blog post. YOU CAN AFFORD PROFESSIONAL PHOTOS, I promise.
It really is important to print your photos – which is a reason why I offer prints/products vs. digitals through an individual gallery for each session. I have printed through a local professional lab for the past three years – myself and my clients have been beyond happy with the final product! I get peace of mind knowing that your photos are printed through a lab I trust – also, save you an extra step of downloading, uploading and ordering photos on your own (through a good photo printing service!).
Depending on the photographer you choose and if they offer digitals or prints – make sure to figure out what will be best for YOU. Don’t look at the price and immediately write them off – look to see what is included for that price. Be sure to also look at their portfolio to help you choose best photographer for you
Scenario 1: you book a 30 minute session with a photographer and you only get digitals, it costs $150 – that does not factor in the price of prints, whether you order them through the photographer or print on your own.
Scenario 2: you book a 30 minute session through FWP and you get 20 4×6 prints in a wooden storage box included for $140 – maybe that is a better option for you, since prints are already factored in.
Let’s look at an example – family photos once per year. Figure out how much you can put aside per month and put that in an envelope for safekeeping. Let’s say you can afford $20/month, which would be $240 after a year. If you are able to put away more than $20/month, you could consider family photos 2x per year or even individual photos throughout the year of kids, you and your significant other, etc.
Let’s pretend that you booked with FWP and got the 20 4×6 prints in a wooden storage box included for $140. You have $100 left over to purchase prints for your walls. In fact, you love a photo so much, you want to purchase a 16×20 print, which only costs $30, leaving you with $70. You can purchase 4 8x10s, 4 5x7s and additional 8 4×6 prints for yourself and family. You saved $240 over the course a year, you have had a professional photo session, 20 4×6 prints, a 16×20 print and more prints for family and friends – a priceless investment for your family.
Another way to save a few bucks is to purchase frames at thrift shops and yard sales. I LOVE St. Vincent De Paul in Kittanning for their wonderful selection of sizes at any time – 8x10s and smaller are $1 or less, larger frames are up to $5. Sometimes they even do sales where you get 4/$1 or BOGO. The Goodwill in Butler has a decent selection as well, I always look for stuff that is 50% off that week, typically can get 2 5×7 or smaller for $1 and 8×10 for $1.50. I take them home, wash them up and spray paint them with chalkboard spray paint ($7) – and they look good as new! I suggest going every once in a while and seeing what you can find – you won’t need them right then, but it could even help you decide what sizes you’d like to have printed. You will save so much in the long run – brand new, an 8×10 frame is over $5, 16×20 frames are over $20!
I hope that this helps anyone who wants professional family photos but doesn’t feel they can afford it. If you have any more tips or tricks, let me know!
We all have many sides to us. I could name at least 5 off the top of my head and quite a few more if I thought a little bit more. Today, I want to share a side of me that has rippled through generations of my family and helped to shape and define me into the person I am today.
I am a psychiatric nurse.
Although, I am lucky enough to get to work part time hours as the most important side of me is MOTHER to my daughters, Ava and Allie. This is a story that I can not wait to share with them when they are older and able to understand, so I have chosen to document it now and share it with anyone who is interested in reading it.
My grandfather, Theodore (Ted) Stroup, my Pap Pap – was the director of social work at Torrance State Hospital, a psychiatric facility in Torrance, Pa. He retired in the late 1980’s. He had went to Juniata College and then University of Pittsburgh for his master’s in social work. This was after he had served in the Army as a medic during the Korean War and returned to the US.
The entire Stroup family, my grandparents, three uncles, one aunt and my mother, lived directly across from the grounds of Torrance State Hospital. They lived in a white two story home, further down the road, for a number of years, before moving to a one story home about a mile further up the road. There are only a few other houses located on this back road in Torrance. My mom told me that she remembered that patients would garden in her front yard – she was born in 1967. I remember one summer in the 1990’s – my uncles were home and we went to Pap Pap’s for the fourth of July. They were setting off fireworks – and in the distance, you could hear screams and whistles from the patients wanting more.
My Uncle Jeffrey Stroup was 25 years old when he passed away. It is believed that it was suicide, having suffered from schizophrenia (see newspaper clipping below.) My mom was pregnant with me, in December 1985. She had told me that she was closest to Uncle Jeff, he was born in 1960. His sudden, traumatic death ripped a hole into their family that never healed. I am not sure how long he suffered from schizophrenia, or if he had any psychiatric help at all.
My grandma, Betty Jo Stroup, (read more about her here) passed away at age 58. An aggressive abdominal cancer took her life in November 1988, only a month after she had spent a month with us in Massachusetts after my brother, Joshua, was born in September 1988.
This was the second unexpected loss in their family occurring within three years. Yet, I can’t help but think of the what ifs. What if my Uncle Jeff received mental health treatment that saved his life? What if my Grandma had never passed away? Would things have been different for us? What if I never experienced life the way I did?
As a teenager, I dealt with depression, bipolar, substance abuse and multiple suicide attempts. Not firsthand, but as someone who loved that person very much and felt the effects of their mental illness for years. It was scary. It was difficult. At times, I wasn’t sure if I would survive. I have picked up a suicide note and read it. I have seen someone I love sitting in an ICU bed after having their stomach pumped from taking an overdose. I have gone days without knowing if they were dead or alive due to their substance abuse. I have cried for hours at a time and screamed at the top of my lungs because I didn’t know how else to deal with my emotions.
Things are better now for us, thankfully. It took a LONG time to get there, and it was not easy road. It was a bumpy road that was smooth for a little while, but then the next second, we were in a ditch again. The truth is the path to success is not linear, it is absolutely skewed. When dealing with mental illness, you have no idea where the road will take you. Somehow, I can say, that in the face of adversity, that it changed me – for the better.
My Pap Pap had a massive heart attack at home in Torrance, in November 2007. He was transported to UPMC Shadyside, where I was living just a few blocks away, having moved there the year prior after failing out of IUP. This was a 45 mile trip, and there were multiple hospitals not as far. He passed away in the CCU, not even 24 hours after being sent there. I don’t remember much from that day. I do remember him saying, “I should have taken a gun out back,” I’m sure because of the pain he was suffering – not only from his heart attack, but from the past 20 years. We were pen pals, 🙂 and we wrote to each other back and forth each month. I didn’t drive, so it wasn’t easy for me to go visit him, that was something that only happened around the holidays. My last letter to him was that I had decided to go back to school, for nursing. I wrote my nursing school essay about this experience and just how much it shaped me, although then I didn’t know it shaped me so much. Those nurses in the CCU absolutely KNEW he was going to die – they still cared for him, they were there for him. It is something that is so incredible to me. A stranger caring for a patient, knowing that it is their last experience on Earth. I started school in the fall of 2008, at UPMC Shadyside School of Nursing. When I look back at my Pap Pap’s last day of life… it makes my head spin wondering how in the world it happened that way.
Myself, as a nurse, I don’t know that I could ever be able to do what they do. I practically lose my mind if a patient is in a medical code – ask any of my coworkers. In nursing school, I thought I wanted to work in the OR. NICU was interesting and who doesn’t love babies. But, for some reason, at UPMC McKeesport, where I went to my psychiatric clinicals… there was a pull. It caught me totally off guard. I had never once considered that I would go to school for nursing and then work in psych until then. I should have known it would happen though, other nurses and teachers had said that I would change my mind once I had been through all of my clinicals.
I hate the thought of death. It signals an irreversible change is going to occur and change life for everyone. Death is inevitable at times. Old age, comorbidities. Sometimes, it can be stalled or even prevented. As a psychiatric nurse, I hear people tell me that they want to die and at times, I have had patients that had serious attempts and are not even sure how they are living at that moment. As a psychiatric nurse, my job is to love a stranger who might not even love themselves at that moment. Yes, I love psychiatric patients in that I care for them in their worst, scariest days of their lives. Are there patients that as a person, not a nurse, that I do not want to deal with, that I do not like what they did in their past, etc. etc.? Absolutely, but I care for them still. A psychiatric patient is still a person, someone’s mother/father, son/daughter, aunt/uncle, friend – they have people who love them and want them to be happy and enjoy their life.
It has been almost 4 years since I started – May 12, 2014. It is true that my dream job was to work as a psychiatric nurse in a community hospital and I looked at the job openings everyday from when I passed my boards in the fall of 2013 to the day I applied to work there in April. Just knowing that I can make a difference not only in someone’s day, but in their life, and in fact, the lives of the ones who love them… that is why I do what I do. I have the ability to tell someone their life is meaningful. It is not very often that a psychiatric patient or their family say to me, “thank you,” but when they do, it makes everything I have been through worth it to me.
When times are tough, there is a future ahead. You can face whatever life throws at you and it will make you stronger. Just because today is a hard day, week, month, year, decade… it doesn’t mean the next will be, and it is worth sticking around for.
Last night, I remembered my great aunt Marilyn. She was a single lady, never married or had any children. My grandma’s sister, my mom’s aunt. She lived to be 78 years old, passing away in 2012. I found the photo below, in 1986, camera around her neck. I guess you could call her the photographer of the family. She took many of the photos that I have had the pleasure of viewing. The photo of her and I was taken a few months later.
As a kid, I fondly remember going to spend the night with her and my great grandmother. They lived in a two story house that was very old and weathered. My great grandfather had passed away, I believe, in the 70s – so it was just the two of them living there. Below is a photo of myself, my great grandma and my great aunt Marilyn at Thanksgiving 1990.
When I was really little, a toddler, she would take me with her to her square dance competitions. I always loved going to visit her and spend the night with her, we would watch Golden Girls. She would make me cucumbers with salt and pepper on them, would always save the back of the Peeps containers for me and we would walk over to Sheetz for some Nerd candies. Her house always smelled like Lysol. She had the best most interesting handwriting and she always wrapped the money she sent for birthdays and holidays in tissue paper with ribbon. She loved birds – I remember sitting on the porch and watching the birds coming to her bird bath in the backyard.
This morning, I was looking out of my kitchen window. We have a line of pine trees in our backyard, one of my favorite things about where I live. I saw a cardinal in one of the trees. It bounced around branch to branch, tweeting its song. I thought about my great aunt Marilyn and wondered if possibly she sent that cardinal this morning.
Life gets hectic. Sometimes we need little reminders to remember the ones who cared for us when we were young. I never really thought so much about it until now, but her presence in my life was significant, even though we did grow apart. As I got older, I was busy doing different things; aunt Marilyn was getting older, too. I didn’t understand then but I think she probably suffered from depression. Losing her sister to cancer, then losing her mother to old age – possibly the two biggest relationships of her life, gone within 10 years of each other. She was somewhat isolated as it was. If I could go back, I would spend more time with her and show her how much I appreciated her. Unfortunately, that is not possible. So, I am writing this blog in appreciation of my great aunt Marilyn and the memories that she gave me that have stuck with me through the years – thankful for her presence in my life.
I love printed photos because that is all that I have to remember my grandma.
My mom was the baby of the family out of five and I was born a month before her 19th birthday. I was the first grandchild and my grandparents were more than delighted when I arrived. My grandma’s name was Elizabeth Joan, aka Betty Jo – my mom named me after her, Jesica Elizabeth. She was 58 years old when she passed away from an aggressive abdominal cancer in 1988. I was 2 years old.
I don’t know what her voice or laugh sounds like, what perfume she wore or what her house smelled like, her favorite movie or TV show. I have seen her handwriting a few times. I have no idea what her favorite recipe was. I wish I could remember the way her hugs felt.
While I would have much rather still have my grandma alive, or even alive longer so that I could have actual memories of her – there is something so peaceful about the photos of her and I together. She is never smiling at the camera – she is smiling and looking at me in the photos of us together. When I look at the photos, I can see that I was everything to her.
So, back in the 1980s, there was a process to obtaining a print from your camera. First of all, someone had to buy a disposable camera or film for their camera. Then, someone had to take a photo. After that, someone had to take this film to be developed at a store. Days later, they would have to go back and pick up the prints from the store. Someone also had to store these photos and keep them safe until they were in my possession which was at least two decades later. I will forever be thankful that my family took the time to do all of these steps so that I could view the years of my life that I had with my grandma.
Now, with digital photography, it is so much more cost and time efficient to produce a print. Please don’t forget to print your photos! I’m not saying you have to print every photos you ever took but take the time to print your photos at least monthly. Whether you took them on your phone, camera, your photographer had you download or gave you your digital images – take the time to print them for your children, your friends and your family. The next generation will appreciate that you took the time to take a photograph to share a memory of their life with them.