Get Your Motor Runnin’

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Saturday morning a little after 8 o’clock in the morning, my son, daughter and I jumped in the van. We were yard sale bound….

First stop, an estate sale way out in the country. It was a beautiful drive, dotted with picturesque white farm houses with multiple red barns, pure Norman Rockwell. We pulled up to the house and jumped out. Hmmm….some stuff was way overpriced if you ask me. There were some nice furniture pieces, but I wasn’t really there for furniture. I didn’t really have any idea what I WAS looking for, but I knew that I’d know it when I saw it. That is my motto. There was also a barn with all sorts of stuff in it. I found 4 school cafeteria trays for a couple of bucks. The melamine kind with the square places for each type of food. So, old school (literally!). My kids looked at me as if I were I was nuts. Like that has ever stopped me. I was thinking they would make wonderful TV trays and the kids were having flashbacks of women wearing hairnets, spooning mystery meat on a plate. Whatever. To each his own.

At this home I also found a cute wooden school chair……child size. I cleaned it up and put it in my library with one of my Boyds bears sitting on it. Perfect.

Next stop, a garage sale. WAY overpriced. If I want to spend that much money I’ll just go to a store and buy it new. The few exceptions to this were some nice vintage embroidered table cloths, pillow shams, and dressy scarves. The lady said she has so many, she was just wanting to thin out her collection. I snagged  some vintage, for a dollar a piece and got a silk scarf for my daughter. Oh, I also found a beautiful framed picture of a young Victorian girl. I wonder whose daughter she was? I always find antique pictures intriguing.

After a couple more stops to pick up a hand held electronic chess game for my daughter, a huge hot chocolate mug, and a Michael Buble’ Christmas CD…..the morning was over.

Even though my son didn’t find anything he wanted today, he enjoyed the hunt. (and getting to drive)

Time to head back home.

Until next time…



Anyone Wanna Go Junkin’ ?


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2. a mood for finding or making amusement.
This past week, on three different occasions, I’ve either heard or read about “look for what inspires you”,  “find your passion”,  “or what do you find fun?”  It got me to thinking….
I love flea markets, estate sales and junk stores. Junk being a “positive” word in my book. I like time worn objects with stories. I could get lost forever in these types of stores…and be quite content.
Happy, sigh.

I love the crisp white that makes the turquoise colors “pop”.

Vintage floral prints on wallpaper, aprons, table cloths, or linens. Timeless.

Cool rooms.

Flea markets are the best! Others might see nicks and scratches…I see a fresh coat of paint and a new life.

Are there any other flea market junkies out there? What is the best piece you ever found? And how did you use it?