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Wordy Wednesday: Pickin’ and grinnin’

15 Aug
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I found a pair of hotel pitchers at the flea market. Different hotels, but both marked.

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This case is original to the ROLLER SKATES hidden inside!

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My vow to buy NO. MORE. BOOKS. was quickly broken when I saw this at the flea market.

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Cut velvet from the flea market

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Found this amazing cooler in Georgetown at Gatherings. Too scared to bring it in the house since I’m purging, it’s resting sweetly at the shop.

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Chair once belonged to a friend, pillows belonged to a neighbor and the book was the second vow-breaker I found Sunday at the flea.

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You’d break a vow for this too. I just know it.

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Scale part! Nice ‘n’ rusty. Karly got its much better twinkie at the flea.

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I’m now the proud owner of a kazillion of these bottles. “If you buy them all, I’ll make you a really good deal.” She wasn’t joking. Therefore, I bought!

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A pair of these came home with me from the flea. One will be heading to college with the elder son, if I can convince myself that it won’t cause a fire in a 1930s dorm…

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Maybe my favorite find from Sunday. I don’t know why.

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SOLD! One blue and one white fish-shaped pool lounge chair. G-sale success…

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Egads…leftovers from a box lot auction buy. Never again.

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Childhood memories…

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This table remained unchanged and unsold at the g-sale. Maybe it was too cute for its tablecloth.

Toward the end of last week I was all, “I’m so tired of STUFF!” I was smack dab in the middle of trying to make some kind of sense out of our storage room when the garage sale idea was born.

So we had our garage sale over the weekend. Two full days in 100-degree heat. We ended up about $1300 richer, thanks to a couple of sweet sales and my trendy taste in furniture. (Joke)

My husband was out of town during the whole shebang. Before he flew away to cooler temperatures, I warned him that I might sell everything. (That right there is some kind of creepy cool foreshadowing.)

Little did I know that the raspy-voiced woman from our last g-sale would return. Little did I know that she, in her too-short shorts and skimpy tank top, had connections. And maybe because we suffered sights that should remain unseen while we helped her load at our last sale, we were met with some kickin’ karma: Her connection spent $900 with me. And I have his card just in case I decide I can part with my dining room furniture at some point in the future.

Because I like to sweat so much, I got up nice and early Sunday morning for some flea market action. I would’ve skipped it had I not been meeting Karly, of Gypsy Treasures fame. She’s so much fun to hang with, as is her hubby. And their kids are precious…even if the wee one had his shorts on backwards. Or maybe because he did. They arose at 0-dark-thirty to make the trek to San Antonio from Boerne, which is quite a drive when you have a 7 am play date, though not as far as Houston or Louisiana, where they used to live. So glad she’s close enough that we’ll get the chance to be more than 6-month friends!

Most of the pictures above are flea market finds from Sunday. A couple are from our garage sale. I tried to make the sale cute, but nothing’s cute in a brown yard when it’s 100 degrees.

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Talent on a Wordless Wednesday

1 Aug

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Not completely wordless, of course. For me that’s impossible. But I’m stuck at NTB with a nail in my tire, so I decided to finally take a minute to show you the work of one talented woman: Sari Jane, my across-the-aisle neighbor at Homestead.

She and daughter Dawn are fountains of creativity. They design jewelry and the most gorgeous lampshades I’ve ever seen. Right now there is a beautiful hanging lamp in their space. And because I’m the nosy type, I had to stick my head under the shade just to look at its innards. Its underbelly is perfection! These women pay strict attention to detail, as you can see in the photos of the precious trike.

I love them both. Like their lampshades, they are beautiful inside and out. They and their work are huge sources of inspiration.

I’m still alive and junking!

18 Dec

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Thanks for all the kind emails during my blogland absence. All’s well. No Earth-shattering news to share. Just me doing what I do best, hopping from interest to interest, unfocused and negligent. Even my husband commented on my lack of posts as of late. So… I’m throwing a bone to all of y’all. I’m easing back into things.

These photos are from my wee space which still had a Halloween sign on display until last week. (See? My blog’s not the only area where I’m behind.)

I have other pictures to share — yes, of course they’re from my cell phone. That’s my niche — before the year ends. So hang tight. I know… you’re on pins and needles.

Ready for the holiday kickoff

10 Nov

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Even though there’s not much holiday to be found here in my little corner of the junk world, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I skipped out on a sale today, but I’m heading to Llano in a bit for Binky’s Christmas open house. It’s sure to be inspiring.

Gettin’ busy

2 Oct

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I worked on my xl space at Homestead today. I’ve been slacking off for far too long, and my sales are starting to reflect that fact. So, armed with a carload of fresh finds from the fields of Warrenton, I got up and at it first thing this morning (if you consider 11-ish first thing). I got quite a bit accomplished but still have loads of pricing to do. So… tomorrow I’ll start round two. I’m determined to make the most of this holiday shopping season.  Hope you’ve had an excellent weekend. Warrenton posts and a giveaway coming soon.

Back to work

24 Aug

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Man, I have stood idle far too long. A mere 10 minutes into revamping my wee space, I had already sliced two (important) fingers. One on each hand. You’ve probably seen versions of me and judged harshly. Go ahead. Kick me while I’m down. My game is so off!

Still, somehow, I managed to paint three whole pieces before the heat beat me down and while I still had full-functioning fingers.

Testimonial: I painted with Annie Sloan chalk paint today. I tried not to let myself spend $38 on a quart and $20-something on wax. I’ll admit I was curious, so I paid the piper after hearing only good things from Highly Experienced Furniture Painters. I tried to be skeptical, and may have succeeded through the first coat. It seemed like any other paint. BUT… WOW… the second coat went on so well that I started to rationalize the expense. (Surely there is monetary value in skipping the line, attitudes and wait at the big orange store?) And I love wax. Pretty much all kinds. But I really love the smell of paste wax, even though the instructions warn you NOT TO INHALE THE FUMES. So I rationalized again. After all, everyone who’s anyone knows that smelling and inhaling are two entirely different things.

In the end, Annie Sloan won me over. (You know how she is.) Maybe I was fume-affected. All I know for sure is that this paint covers well with no prep, dries quickly and sands easily. And there’s really not much more that you can ask of a paint, is there? Well…you can ask it to pick up a brush and get moving, but then everyone will know you’ve been breathing in fumes and your wax card may very well be revoked. I say don’t chance it.

When the cat’s away…

2 Jul

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…the mice will play, also known as wreaking havoc. The top photo is a glimpse of what I came home to,  shopwise, after a week away. The bottom photo was taken after a bit of order was restored.

I may never leave town again! Ha. I’ll be hitting the road again in less than two weeks. Who knows? I may return to regular blogging in the interim. After all, word on the street is that my new favorite reader misses me and my tall tales!