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The junk in my trunk

27 Apr

Yeah, I do know the meaning of the phrase, but I’m being literal here — as in the minivan hatch.  Let me show you:


That wicker thing is a shabby old garden cart.  Those metal pieces to the left are the bottoms of two birdcage stands.  There are frames and screen guards under the cart, along with a phone stand that must’ve been ripped right out of someone’s house.  Bad bird cage that was on one of the stands is to the right.  It’ll be replaced with a better birdcage before heading to the shop.

Here’s another view:


That blue thing is a very shabby bentwood “chair.”  It has no back and the caning in the seat has a huge hole, which only enhanced its appeal, naturally.  Under that is a bicycle basket, and you can spot a decent birdcage to the left.

Here’s the recap of the Saturday Junking Emergency…Neighborhood sale was nothing but a waste of gas.  I spent a couple of hours and $20 and came away with only a seashell, a scrabble game, a little bookshelf that was begging to be painted, a stool that will be cute once it’s painted and recovered, and I can’t even remember what else.  But there must be more because that doesn’t even add to $20.  Is it possible I spent less?  On the visit to the 50% off estate sale, I picked up the two bird cages on stands, the garden cart and an old framed photo that I was so surprised to find.  I thought for sure it would have been sold already.  I also snagged some other framed art and a christening outfit.  You can make out the old framed photo in the stack of junk pictured below:


After grabbing a couple of tacos — San Antonio’s choice for any meal — I headed to another estate sale that was on its 25% off day.  I almost skipped this sale because I don’t usually junk in new neighborhoods, especially taupevilles that grew after clear-cutting my beloved hill country (but that’s another post).  I’m glad I broke my rule on this sale.  I picked up a dozen or so wedding cake toppers for a song.  I’m not sure they’re all that old, but a little tea staining goes a long way, right?  I found a beautiful satin baby bed coverlet that was aching to join the goods earmarked for my new shop space.  Got a few books.  All-in-all it was well worth the visit to taupeville.

This morning — or rather Sunday morning, as it’s already Monday — I hit the flea market as usual.  I got the most amazingly huge megaphone.  I LOVE it.  My favorite find, by far.  I also picked up an old radio horn (speaker), and lots of other regular stuff.  I later headed to the shop with a freshly painted and distressed table, since I had sold a bookshelf the day prior, so junk was overflowing in my space!  While I was at the shop, I noticed the occupants of my new May1 space had already moved out.  So since I happened to have a can of paint in the minivan, I spent the afternoon turning forest green rafters into cream rafters.  The change was amazing.  But after listening to country music on a radio for more than five hours, I was ready to shoot myself or leave.  I opted on the latter since my house is such a disaster… death would be the more embarrassing of the alternatives.  Mi casa is NOT your casa this week, thankyouverymuch.  After dinner this evening I had the pleasure of unloading my junkmobile.  My favorite activity!!  I’ve been invited to a private estate sale tomorrow and then have a garden bench to pick up from a Craigslister, so I had to make room for more JUNK!   Then THAT IS IT.  I must finish painting since move-in day is Friday!  NO MORE JUNKING this week … unless it’s an emergency, of course.


Paint on my hands, oily hair, a booger in my nose and yesterday’s clothes

26 Mar

That’s what I saw when I looked in the mirror before dinner.  (Good thing my husband’s out of town!) It’s been a crazy week.  I was supposed to go without junking this week, waiting patiently for Saturday in Warrenton.  But . . . first I was tempted with Tuesday’s auction.  Then today, one of my favorite estate sale companies was back in action after a 4-month break so I HAD to go to that sale.  Tomorrow there are a couple of community garage sales — one near my house and another near the shop — and an estate sale hosted by another one of my peeps.  The junk just keeps piling up.  After I returned from today’s sale, which was worth the drive, I started organizing and pricing my finds, some of which have been sitting in boxes in my TV room since spring break.  Then I got distracted and started painting a little toy piano.  (My attention span needs attention, don’t ya think?!)  So now I find myself blogging instead of putting together door prizes for the shop’s Saturday Easter egg hunt.  I need 48 hours in one day.  I did place a catalog order today.  The woman who answered the phone asked what state I was in, and I wanted to tell her I was in a disorganized state, but not to worry.  Instead I simply answered, “Texas.”  So maybe they’ll fill my order soon since I wasn’t a smarty pants.

I’d love to post pictures of some of my recent finds, but now that my internet seems to be relatively normal, my CPU isn’t registering my SD card, so I can’t upload any photos — until I locate the cables that connect my camera to the computer.  Did I mention I’m disorganized?  Therefore, I’m sharing some 100-year-old images I couldn’t resist.  The first image goes along with my mirror experience, only it’s sweeter and I’m guessing its writer had on clean underwear:


So now I’ll take you back to Tuesday’s auction.  It was a strange auction.  Usually there are too many beautiful pieces to keep up with.  This crate was from France, Italy and Spain, and I didn’t much care for it.  But I’ve never seen such a huge crowd!  I think maybe they came for the free champagne.  Things went pretty high.  I ended up buying a lot of iron stuff similar to Creative Co-op, but no shipping charges.  I always think it’s funny that they ship stuff from China on a crate from France.  The sad part is when auction goers can’t tell that the pieces aren’t old, and they pay way too much for them.  One of the things I purchased was a birdcage which is quite lovely, I must admit.  Hmmm . . . I’m sure there’s a bird image here somewhere . . .


And speaking of Easter, I better get to working on those door prizes.  Oh . . . but first I must share my fabulous finds from today.  I found a couple of black train cases with leather handles, a cheapo table that will be great once it’s painted, a couple of cheap old tins, some Spanish vocabulary cards, a beautiful sheer floral apron and some music books.  But by far the most exciting find of the day was $28 worth of watch parts.  This estate had belonged to a watch repairman, so I dug through tons of lens boxes and loaded up on parts for some steampunk collages and jewelry.  As soon as I got home today I put together a bunch of parts on a silverplate serving spork.  It’s way. too. cool.  Now . . . about those door prizes . . .