I’m writing this while tiny ice pellets hit our roof, sounding so merry and twinkly but bringing the threat of downed power lines with them. I do not know why, but the idea of having our power go out fills me with horror and dread. Oh, wait, I do know why, it’s because I have two terrifying three-year-old demons in the house with me and would have no way of pacifying them during the worst parts of the day, the parts of the day when they turn into whirling dervishes determined to do the most damage humanly possible. At times like that, nothing soothes like an episode of Ninjago or some time on the iPad with their Mickey Mouse app. I cannot believe that I have turned into that kind of parent, but there it is. I have. I cannot raise these children without electricity. The sleet started earlier in the day, around 9 or 10, and at 2 in the afternoon, when we put the kids down for their nap, Justin and I walked out to the street to see if it was slick and it was not at all. I then started making fun of the state of Arkansas, you know, because I just spent 17 years in Chicago, where it takes at least two feet of snow for school officials to even THINK about shutting down, meanwhile, schools were called off this morning before any precipitation had materialized and my husband was told to work from home. I got all big-city Yankee up in here and was punished soundly for it a few hours later, when it began sleeting in earnest and has been for the past, oh, at least, five hours. Soon the snow will come, and there is nothing more horrible than a nice three-inch layer of ice covered by six inches of snow. Hello, home, you and I will be seeing a lot of each other for the next four or five days. Which I can take, as long as the freaking electricity stays on, pleaseandthankyouJesusAmen.
What was supposed to happen today, before Mother Nature ruined it all for me, was that a nice man was supposed to come and paint our kitchen/family room for us. I have never, ever hired someone to paint a room for me. I have painted many, many rooms, and have done them all by myself, thankyouverymuch, but this is a big room, with high ceilings, and bumpy walls, and I can’t shake the feeling that Jack would love nothing more than to push over an 8-foot ladder with me on top of it just to see what happens when it hits the ground. And the fact of the matter is, I should probably thank the weather gods, because I had not yet decided on a color. This has never happened to me. I’m pretty decisive when it comes to color — I choose one or two shades of the same color, slap a sample of it on the wall, and make my decision. I had always thought that I wanted a light green color for my kitchen, but after 12 samples of green shades, I gave up on that. 24 sample colors later, yes, 24, I’ve got five colors on the wall and haven’t gotten any closer to making a decision. I’ve got a green I could live with (Sherwin Williams Koi Pond), but that I’m not in love with. We tried Benjamin Moore’s Wyethe Blue, and while I love the color, I can’t see it working in this space. Kristie and Bailey came over, and helped me figure out that the lighter shade of green I had on half of a wall (BM’s Wind Chime) was too light in such a big space with so many windows — it kind of disappears into the wall. Kristie pulled down one of my vintage tole trays and held it up — it’s a beautiful, deep, blue-green color — and we decided to try that out. SW matched it perfectly and I was sold on it for a day or two before deciding that it was just too strong a color. I think I want a neutral for this huge space. And now that I’ve gotten some extra time I think I’m going to check out some yellows. I’ve got a patch of SW’s Blonde up right now but it’s too beige-y/mustard-y once we lose the sunlight.
Meanwhile, everyone in my life wants to beat me every time I start talking about paint colors again.
I did get the twins’ room painted on Tuesday, right before the weather changed, when it was still 65 degrees and I could have the windows open (hello there, Global Climate Change!). It reinforced my idea to have someone else do the bigger room — the walls are SO high and SO rough. It took three hours, and it’s a pretty small room. We used SW’s Window Pane and it is such a pretty color — a really, really lovely blue. It made such a difference in their room, which was previously beige. Next step: big-kid beds. Lord. Kill me now.
So. It being December, there have not been a whole lot of yard sales lately, go figure. I haven’t been doing a whole lot of thrift store shopping, either, because Thanksgiving brought my Mom to us, and when she’s here, I usually try to do all the chores I possibly can — dentist appointments, room painting, etc. I did find this cute Santa mug last week and discovered how cute he looks with a succulent tucked in:
Wouldn’t that make the cutest little present for someone?
What I HAVE been doing a lot is auction-ing. I am hooked. Smitten. I love everything about it — the pace, the competition, the culture, the chattiness, the humor. I bring my iPad along and I am good to sit there for four or five hours. It’s just good people-watching. This past week I went to an on-site auction where the owner had been an avid wood-worker and had an incredible work shop. I meant to download a picture of these cabinets he had but didn’t get to them in time before they pulled them from their site. One was probably 7 feet high, maybe 4 feet wide, and had probably a hundred little drawers in it, a lot like a library cabinet but cooler. Seriously, one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen, including the neat cabinets we saw while at Round Top. It was one of the main reasons I wanted to go to the sale, even though I knew there was little chance I would be able to afford it. Every drawer was filled to the brim with nails or screws, and I couldn’t imagine how heavy that thing was. Imagine my shock when it sold for only $300! I ALMOST got into the bidding when it was clear it wasn’t going to go for higher but I had no idea how I would get it home. I would have had to have rented a truck and even then, it was too heavy for Justin and me to lift by ourselves so I would have had to enlist other people…I’m just lazy, is what it is. That thing would have easily sold for $1200-1400 in a store…but that’s the other thing. I would not have had room for it in my booth, so how would I have sold it? The whole episode started me contemplating how maybe I should be thinking bigger. I’m not going to make a ton of money on the smaller stuff I buy, but I buy it because it fits in my booth. Maybe I really should be thinking about moving into a bigger booth? The thought of spending more of my profits on a higher rent bums me out, though.
This auction had a lot of fun things in it, but it plodded along very slowly, since there were so many tools and they were auctioned off one at a time. There was an old shed crammed so full of things it was hard to see what all was there — they were kind of auctioning off things in there on an as-requested basis. A woman had spotted some chicken feeders, kind of like this one:
(Photo courtesy of ShabbyLisaW)
and asked for them to be auctioned off. I was only listening with half an ear, because the bidding went over $20, which is usually my limit. I think she got them for around $40. Later, I was sitting around waiting for them to get to something I was interested in bidding on and watched her as she hauled the feeders out of the shed — by the time she had finished she had pulled out nearly forty of them! I asked her if she had any idea there were that many in there and she said she was shocked. That had to be the buy of the day.
Here was my favorite purchase:
I don’t know if you can tell from the picture but the stools are HUGE, especially the one at the bottom. Over six feet long and over two feet wide — very cool. The smaller one was $4, the larger one, $16. I haven’t decided how to go on the paint yet. I have to go pretty rustic and distressed, don’t you think? I think it would look so cute in a mudroom or at the foot of a bed. I got that planter, an old cabinet door to be made into a sign, and a few old quilts that I shouldn’t have bought — please don’t let me buy any more beat-down quilts. I have enough now. It was a really gorgeous day and even though I was by myself, I had a really good time.
On Monday night, Kristie and I went to an auction house and whiled away a few hours. It was a weird night — really crowded, and we couldn’t figure out why, and things were going for a lot of money, even towards the end of the night, when, by that time last time around, we were getting lots for $1. So, a little disappointing. I acted like a high-roller and paid $35 for this:
Kristie, Bailey and I had fallen in love with it at the preview and when Kristie declined to bid on it, I jumped in. The glass is really old, wavy, and bubbly, and the print is just gorgeous and haunting. I think I will try and find a place for it in the kitchen once it’s painted. I also got another quilt top (I THOUGHT I ASKED YOU TO NOT LET ME BUY ANY MORE QUILTS) and these chairs:
for which I paid the princely sum of TWO DOLLARS. I will nix those broken-down seats right out of there and replace them with weathered clay pots for spring time porches.
I am very talkative tonight. Bad weather does that to me. I am hoping you are all out of it and snug as a bug in your rugs.
Linking to A Living Space‘s Nifty Thrifty.
Lord have mercy, I just finished up a marathon day at the booth, setting up for the open house that’s scheduled for tomorrow. Let me tell you, they do it up big around these parts. The store was closed for two days in preparation for this, and when I left at 8 pm, people were still going guns-a-blazing in their booths. My niece came over at 9:45 this morning to babysit, Justin spelled her at 1 to work from home, and then I came home at 9 to spell HIM as he had a meeting at his office. As soon as he got home, I headed back out. I hate that I had to spend that much money on gas (it takes me about 20 minutes, one-way) but I wasn’t even close to being finished when I came home at 3, so there was nothing to be done but head back down and finish up.
I started by packing the car last night and today.
I wanted you to see how neat I was about packing. Ahem.
Here are two things that I took that I neglected to get photos of in the booth.
I hauled off and painted all of my owls white, because they just weren’t selling in the book so I thought, what the heck. I thought white would be pretty for Christmas. I have no idea if they’ll sell now or not but they sure look purty in the booth!
I am in deep, abiding love with this new print. I marked it $28, ridiculously high for my booth, because I secretly hope it won’t sell and I’ll be able to put it in the kids’ room. I know I could make another one, but the square frame makes this one so attractive to me and I don’t have another like it in stock right now.
I dragged EVERYTHING out of the booth to start out with. Everything. Cleared out every last bit of merchandise and display shelves. Good thing we were closed. I worked on the walls first, hanging the Christmas signs, then slowly started moving things back in. I wanted it to look completely different when I was finished.
My Mom hand-made these felt ornaments. They are so cute.
The cat and the pear are my favorites.
I didn’t get a good picture of my Little Golden Books banner, because I was shooting up, directly into the fluorescent lights. But this kind of gives an idea of what I did with them.
I will be happy to leave the stain, paint, and jigsaw alone for a few days while I recuperate. I mean, I guess the best-case scenario would be that I would need to re-stock after tomorrow, but I don’t know how likely that is. Everyone talks like this is the biggest selling day of the year, bigger even than the Clothesline Fair weekend we had back in September, but after last weekend, I prefer not to get my hopes up but, instead, to hopefully be pleasantly surprised.
Remember all the tablecloths from last weekend? Remember how I said they were all stained? Well, THEY’RE NOT ANYMORE. I got Kristie’s recipe for vintage linen soak and it worked like a charm. On Every. Single. One. of the tablecloths. People, do you know what this means? No longer will I hesitate to purchase a gorgeous tablecloth just because it’s got a grease stain! All those lovely hankies that I left behind because they had rust stains on them will soon be mine! It’s a whole new world! And I’m telling you, these were serious, forty-year-old grease and gravy stains. I am so tickled about this. I had planned to keep all of these that I got this weekend but now that they’re in pristine shape, I think I will have to put them in the Catch and Release program! Kristie’s Recipe: mix one cup of Borax or Oxy-Clean, one cup of powder Cascade, and one cup of Clorox 2 in super hot water until everything is dissolved and mixed well. Put your linens in, stir around occasionally. Let sit for a while (I put mine in our big tub last night at 11 pm and took them out this morning around 11 am), changing water when it gets gross. She didn’t say how much water to dilute the cleaning solution with, but when I’ve seen her do it, she’s usually using one of those big Rubbermaid tubs. I doubled the recipe since I was soaking a ton of stuff in our giant master bathroom soaking tub. There is nary a spot to be found today. I’m beyond thrilled.
Speaking of Kristie, she called me last night and said she’d gotten a tip from a friend that there was to be an un-advertised Rook vase being auctioned off that night at an auction house I’ve been meaning to go to. Rook is Kristie’s particular vintage vice so she wanted to check it out and I needed little to no encouragement to join that bandwagon. I got there about an hour into the sale (had to wait for Justin to get home from work) and the place was jam-packed — I was barely able to find a parking space. That did not bode well for bargains, I thought. But when I had gotten settled into my seat a couple of regulars said that it was so crowded because there were guns and knives to be auctioned off that night. Nothing brings the hordes like guns and knives, apparently! I told Shara, I know this makes me sound all Yankee Liberal, but it makes me verrrrry nervous to be in a room with a bunch of gun-toting gentlemen, especially when they’re handling and aiming their guns while examining them for purchase. Aren’t you always supposed to assume a gun is loaded? Don’t point those things at me, man! Auctioning those items took up a good portion of the evening, and when 9 pm rolled around, I had only purchased two things: this mixing bowl (WHAT? SHUT UP!):
which was $17, I know, too much, but as you probably know by now, I’m thoroughly hooked on the mixing bowl; and this quilt:
which was $7. There are two damaged panels, which you can see in the lower right hand corner of the photo, but otherwise, it’s in great shape. It smelled a bit of mothballs but it’s been airing out on the back porch all morning and I can’t smell it anymore. I have never seen a pattern like that before. I don’t mind that it’s damaged — I’m slowly amassing a collection of quilts to use in the kids’ room when they get their regular beds. This one seems particularly boyish to me, which can be hard to find, so I’m happy to have it.
Kristie and I were beginning to wonder how they were ever going to finish auctioning off the items when 9:30 rolled around…a regular said they’re hardly ever there after 10:30 and there was still a ton to be auctioned off. The main guy took over about then and the sleepy, relaxed air that had been descending on the room immediately dissipated. No more could you mull over your purchase before entering a bid — you had to lay claim fast if you wanted to win something, and he was calling it sold so quickly that bids were staying around the $1-$3 mark. Nothing wakes a person up quite like that! It was during this last hour that I made most of my purchases.
Hand me all your vintage goods, or my Toby Jug Militia will take care of you. These weren’t what I would call cheap. Kristie and I bid on choice, first, and I grabbed two that were marked Occupied Japan:
My little stern lady with the ruffled skirt, and
the little woman I was thinking of as the Queen of Hearts. These were each $4.50, then I won the auction for the remaining pitchers at $4. So $13 for six of them. Still not too bad. I fear I am going to keep them. It’s like a little insta-collection.
This little cast iron scottie dog went towards the very end of the night. $7! He is definitely going in the booth on Thursday, as I think he would make a great Christmas present for someone.
The blue transferware serving bowl (which included another blue bowl and two coffee cups) and the elephant were all in a box lot for $1. To the booth with them.
This is a pretty big basket. I think it was $4. For the booth.
Vernon Kilns pink teapot that is beyond pretty. It has a couple of tiny chips on the spout (but don’t we all???) and so was $1. I just couldn’t not buy this. I love the color, the shape, the details. I’m going to try it in the booth with an “as is” tag.
This is a snowy white (thanks to the linen soak recipe) linen tablecloth — about 6 feet by 10 feet — with this cutwork detail at all four corners and in the center. It’s lovely, in gorgeous shape, and I think it might sell around this time of year because of Thanksgiving coming up. I got this in a lot of linens that I paid $1 for — initially, I bid on it for the pretty purple-striped bedspread that was on top, but was astonished to find both this gorgeous tablecloth and a Bates Queen Elizabeth double-sized Matelasse bedspread also in the stack. The bedspread is beautiful but had stains on it — UNTIL I USED THE VINTAGE LINEN SOAK RECIPE! Now it’s pure white and gorgeous.
And the last thing I bid on…
…the sweetest little 6 inch yellow vase marked USA. I was sure this one would get bid up but I got it for…you guessed it!…A DOLLAR.
Kristie and I also went in together on a box of magazines called The American from the 1940s and 1950s that I had never seen before but that had the most beautiful, frame-worthy covers. It seems like it was a bit of a trashy magazine with sensational-sounding articles. Delicious.
So it was quite the unexpected Monday night haul!
I also forgot to show you this doll I got at the Rescuing the Past Estate Sale:
Isn’t she just the sweetest thing?
Okay, it’s naptime, which means I need to get on out of this chair and put the finishing touch on a few booth projects. Hope your week is going swell.
So as you might know from my incessant chatter about it, Shara and I sold at a Holiday Bazaar on Saturday. I took all of my holiday projects — the signs, the trays, and the caddies. Foolishly, I had the thought “I hope I don’t sell EVERYTHING because then I will have to make a whole bunch of new stuff for the open house at the flea market!” Well, Jesus granted that wish, as I sold exactly three things: one sign, one set of letter blocks, and the pair of wire angels I thrifted some time back. After I had paid my share of the booth space, I took home $8.
Now, this would be a tragedy, EXCEPT for the fact that it allowed me four hours of uninterrupted Shara time. WORTH IT! Plus, they had a hospitality room, where they had Little Debbies in the shape of Christmas trees. I haven’t had those in years. They are SO DELICIOUS.
The primary problem was that the organizers fell down on the job when it came to publicizing the event — I would guess we had maybe a hundred people come through in the four hours we were sitting there, though that may be optimistic. It was a LITTLE demoralizing because, not only did those few in attendance refrain from purchasing my stuff — they barely LOOKED at it. I mean, they just walked on by with nary a second glance. Shara got a ton of lookie-loos and she sold more than I did, but, you guys, you should have seen how great her stuff was — she should have sold a LOT more than she did. We decided our stuff was just too awesome for the attendees to handle. You know, similar to the way your best friend in high school told you the boys weren’t asking you out because you intimidated them with your beauty and intelligence. I forgot my camera so I don’t have any pictures, which is just as well, because who wants to post a photo of such an abject failure?? — but if you hop on over to Shara’s blog I’m sure she’s going to post some pics of her space. Which, again, was AWESOME.
The fact that I had the bazaar on Saturday morning did not, of course, stop me from stopping by the estate sale from last weekend, where they had promised more attic stuff to peruse. To tell you the truth, I didn’t see that much new stuff, but of course that didn’t stop me from buying more crap.
I have been wanting a brownie for display for a while.
I think this Bates cowboy blanket is going to go at the foot of Jack’s big boy bed. It was a dollar.
These little ceramic fruit tiles, made in Japan, were mounted on the nastiest background — a flocked blue fabric that had seen better days. I pulled it off and used some of my favorite polka-dot fabric to make them a little cuter. They are tiny, about three by three inches. They were a quarter each and are now hanging in my kitchen. Which is going to be painted soon, I hope, as it is a very 1990s red.
The only new things I saw were some tablecloths, which I grabbed up left and right without examining them as they were all priced at a dollar or two. Every single one of them has at least one stain, which is disappointing, but I would have bought them anyway since they were so inexpensive. I’m hoping Kristie will give me her prize recipe for vintage linen soak because she has lots of luck getting everything clean.
This is tied for my favorite. That’s a little bee hive on there! And it’s pink!
This is my other favorite. It is in BEAUTIFUL shape, still crisp, but has ONE stain on it. Fingers crossed that I can get it out.
This one is beautiful, and very 1960s.
Lovely, but this one is pretty damaged.
Shara and I were just talking about how we love seeing tablecloths that had been patched. This one has careful patches in two different places. We used to “reuse, recycle, repurpose” a lot more fifty years ago than we do today, no matter how trendy that phrase has become.
This is a cute apron with chickens embroidered on it. It’s not old, but it’s nice, and the tag proclaims that it was Made in France. TRES FANCY.
I also found two pieces of barkcloth, but they’re tiny pieces, nothing to get too excited about. Good for crafting, though.
Thursday I helped Kristie and Bailey with their estate sale. I can’t remember if I’ve written much about it on the blog, though I should have. It was incredible — furniture, silver, china, etc. from the 1700s and 1800s, including three samplers done in the 1800s by the same school girl. They even found the journal of this little girl who had completed the samplers. Beautiful antique duck decoys that were in gorgeous condition. SO much stuff. They’ve been working on it for nearly two months and just kept finding more and more stuff, each piece better than the one before it. Their work on estate sales is exquisite, and their clients get so much for their money — they take things home and launder them, iron them, repair them if necessary. Their research is METICULOUS and they are determined to price everything, down to the smallest item, fairly to both the client and the consumer. EVERYTHING is priced and labeled. Get on over to Facebook and Like them immediately if you’re anywhere in the Northwest Arkansas vicinity — Bailey is great about posting photos and updating their page when there are specials and sales. They’ve got a storefront space that is packed TO THE GILLS with fabulous stuff and they’re trying to get that sale scheduled within the next month or so. You will not want to miss it, NWA peeps!
And now, let us gaze upon my favorite purchases from their latest sale.
I saw this when they first started getting ready for the sale and I could not stop thinking about it. I don’t think a picture does it justice. I love the poem — I was a HUGE fan of the Bright and Beautiful books when I was a pre-teen and it brings back such good memories. And the illustrations are BEAUTIFUL. This will eventually hang in a place of honor in the twins’ room as soon as I get it decorated. I’m waiting for them to go to their big-kid beds before I crack open a can of decorating in there. And, if I have my way, that will be about the time they turn SIX.
This milkglass compote is from the 1800s. Can you see the cool basket weave on the pedestal?
What’s that you say? I don’t need any more mixing bowls? Well, YOU JUST TAKE THAT NEGATIVE NANCY TALK ELSEWHERE. You CAN be too thin and too rich but you ABSOLUTELY CANNOT have too many vintage mixing bowls. Especially when they’re McCoy nesting beehive bowls.
This isn’t all I purchased, but at some point, I have to stop taking pictures and actually write a post, so that’s all I got today.
Oh, and a new sign! Too bad I didn’t have this on Saturday, as people could have NOT looked at it and NOT purchased it! #bitterseller
And that’s all I got for you for now. I’m going on Thursday morning to pull my booth apart and put it back together with a whole lotta Christmas going on inside of it, so you better believe I will take pictures of that. The Open House is Friday, and I am so sad I will miss it — I was planning on coercing my sister-in-law into going to it with me once the husbands were home to stay with the kids but I just realized I have a testing shift that night. Doggone.
Oh, and one more thing — I was planning on taking the great metal cabinet with the curvy legs to the booth for the open house, but then you guys started putting all these fancy thoughts about “powder coating” and “sand blasting” in my head and now I think it’s going to have to sit in my garage for a while while I mull over my choices. THANKS A LOT, INTERNET PEOPLE WITH GREAT IDEAS.
It’s so strange — I moved to Arkansas from Chicago and have no full-time job. You would think life would move a little slower for me now. You would THINK. Lately, things have been CRAZY around here. On Friday, I practiced my camera skills by taking family photos for one of my favorite cousins and his adorable family. I’m going to make you look at a few of them because I’m kind of proud of them even though, as my granny used to say, “Self brag stinks.” (Such a weird saying.)
I made that sign for them and it just so happened that it blended with their clothing color palette perfectly! Hooray! I was so scared that I was going to get them out there and take pictures of them for two hours and not end up with a single good photo — but I got a few good ones for them to choose from, thank goodness. It was such good practice for me, because I’m not experienced at taking large group shots at all.
After the photo shoot, I had to run home and pull, price, and load the stuff I wanted to sell at the yard sale my friend Barb was hosting on Saturday morning. She had decided to wait until 9 to open up because there was an estate sale she didn’t want to miss — which, of course, was okay with me! We were supposed to meet at 7:45 Saturday morning at the estate sale and then hustle on over to Barb’s house to pull the yard sale stuff out. I knew something was up when 7:45 came and went and Barb hadn’t shown up yet — she is NEVER late. I got into the estate sale a little early, shopped as fast as I could (it was a GREAT sale — I could have dug all day) and then dashed over to her house — where she had already pulled everything out and was in middle of a flash mob scene with motivated shoppers. When we finally got a breather she told me she had awakened too stressed out that morning to try to make the estate sale AND have the yard sale. I felt terrible because she had to pull my stuff out herself. I probably should have left the estate sale as soon as I realized she wasn’t coming, but as evidenced by what I’m about to show you, that is not what I did — I kept frantically shopping.
So without further ado, I would like to introduce you to the new love in my life.
Isn’t she MAJESTIC? Don’t those legs just make you want to SWOON? She was TEN DOLLARS. The only reason I got her is because I was the second person to enter the basement after the sale opened, and that is where all the good stuff was. Now. I need help. She was spray painted silver sometime long ago. If it were the original metal I wouldn’t consider painting her but now she looks kind of fake metal. Should I paint her or leave her all rustic and industrial? Can you imagine how cool she was when she still had her glass door? I just love her so much.
Here are some of my other treasures from that sale.
I just need to go ahead and change the name of this blog to The Vintage Mixing Bowl Blog. I can’t say no to a mixing bowl. This one is tiny — maybe four inches in diameter?– and I paid $5 for it, which is a lot for me. But the color!
This is a wee little pitcher, maybe three inches high. He is stamped Japan and was a quarter!
This is a bad picture of some cute sewing boxes. 75 cents for both of them.
This purchase reminds me of Miss Shara Stacks! Because it’s pink. But not gingham.
Gorgeous chippy garden tools. I’m putting these away to pull out for the booth in the spring.
These were all either a buck or two bucks.
A JFK bust? You betcha!
This plant stand was $5.
These giant windows were $10 for the pair.
There were wooden crates and boxes everywhere. I would have bought so much more if I wasn’t in such a hurry to get to the sale. I am a wooden box fiend lately.
It was a real digger’s sale, which I haven’t been to since moving to Arkansas. My favorite sales are the one where all the good stuff is in the basement and you have to poke and prod boxes to find all the treasures. This one was like that. Next week they’re having another sale with stuff the found in the attic. The only thing better than basement stuff is ATTIC STUFF.
I also got these sweet little girl’s shoes at an estate sale on Friday.
Here are a few pictures of some things I got last weekend…I never got around to doing a post on last weekend because I didn’t have a ton of luck. But my favorite finds included this doll dresser, from my friend Laurie’s awesome yard sale:
She sold this to me for only $5. I’m going to paint it and try to get it out in time for Christmas.
This vase isn’t old, but it LOOKS old, and it’s GIGANTIC — about two-and-a-half feet high. I think it’s just gorgeous.
Next on the docket: family photos for another cousin, helping my friends Kristie and Bailey with their estate sale, and the Holiday Bazaar Shara and I are selling at on Saturday. I don’t see a lot of free time in my future. But it’s all fun stuff, at least!