After a week in Warrenton, it’s hard to get back to local junking.
Yet somehow, miraculously, I managed.
Hitting a neighborhood garage sale first thing probably wasn’t the wisest decision I could’ve made — considering I’m not, by nature, a garage saler to begin with — but I did find a few things.
The junk outlook greatly improved over the weekend when I met my mom for a junk exchange and scored the sweet cubby above. Then I just happened to hear from one of my favorite sources, which resulted in a big buy. THEN the flea market paid off rather nicely Sunday.
Now I’m in the junk management phase, which isn’t pretty. Or fun. I much prefer buying and display to the mundane cleaning, pricing, painting, and storing. But I’m in the middle of a big mess. So pardon me while I de-clutter a bit. Once I dig myself out again, I may be able to take some new photos…