Step Inside and Meet The Pigeons
Welcome to Pigeon Villa's blog! I'll be using this as a space to tell you about all the things we get upto, including finding, fixing, making and living vintage and retro.
I thought I'd start this blog with the story of how we became known as The Pigeons. It's not something we are REALLY into, in fact, we aren't massive fans of the bird, but it has stuck to us like flies to dog poo!
And so the story gets told:
We discovered we were pregnant on January 3rd 2014 and spent the first few weeks in a state of shock, while I hung my head in bins, sinks, toilets or buckets, thinking I might puke for the rest of my life.
The Mr of the house came home one night in March "I've been thinking..." said he. I was a little worried at this point, because he doesn't do this often... "we need to sort this house out if we are going to do a good job of being a family. I'll start knocking some walls down and you start clearing some of your stuff." (I like how MY stuff is the problem *looks at fishing gear, stacks of unused tyres, two unusable vintage cars, seven motorbikes, six pushbikes and a full shed that I wasn't allowed in until recently*)
"Yeah. Whatever. I can maybe sell it?"
A few days later, we decided that we had so much "stuff" that was actually valuable and sought after by vintage and retro collectors like ourselves. There were my collections of 13 typewriters, 42 suitcases, a pile of dresses and boxes full of vintage china.
A friend and very talented musician was hosting an event at the recently opened Café Indie. Chris Cooper asked if I'd be interested in hosting a stall to sell my vintage items. Nervously, I accepted. Why wouldn't it work? I've plenty of "stuff"!
Cue some frantic searching for what I'd call myself as a trader. I've never attached my real name to projects because of the REAL work I've done, so was still reluctant to do so.
I made up my shop "sign", by painting an old broken suitcase with blackboard paint with a gold edging and waited for name inspiration. It just wasn't happening, so the Mr suggested something to do with birds, seen as my art practice is to draw and photograph dead birds found on the street.
A few bird names were thrown around, without either of us thinking Pigeon, which was silly, because that's our dog's nickname! Rufus is a gorgeous little Patterdale Terrier, who has a lovely story behind how we got to be his family. I'll tell you that another time, but for now, here's how we got to calling him Pigeon: he's tiny, he's squidgeable, he's a Squidgeon Pigeon! That simple.
And so the name stuck. And now EVERYONE is a Pigeon in our family. I like to pretend I'm sick of it but, actually, that's what we are; common scruffy birds, waiting to take flight 😊