Hello, dear friends. It’s been a while. And the gaps in posting might continue because…
I have a job. Like, a real job, that requires me to go to a real office.
I guess it had to happen at some point; the kids went to school, officially, this year — not this twice-a-week-for-four-hours pre-school, either, but real, 8-3, 5 days a week school. So when my friend, Becca, who’s the features editor for the local paper offered me a job, I thought I might better take it. Who knows what nonsense I could get up to, left to my own devices for seven hours a day. I write three or four stories a week, two of them fairly long — one of them, a weekly profile, verrrrrry long — so that’s keeping me pretty on my toes. I haven’t been able to bring myself to get out of bed early for a single Saturday since starting on July 5th. My vintage stash has been dwindling as a result and I have been feeling SUPER stressed about filling my booths. So when my friend Kristie suggested we go to Tulsa yesterday, I jumped at the chance.
Despite the laundry, cleaning, and writing that I SHOULD have been doing. Sometimes, you just have to throw caution to the wind and let things go for a day.
You guys know my friend Kristie, because I write about her often on the blog. She has never met a stranger — in fact, we became friends because she called me up one day, when I lived in Chicago, out of the blue. We had never met before. I just suddenly got this voicemail on my phone, saying “you don’t know me, but I shop at your booth at All My Treasures all the time, and my friend Barb knows your sister-in-law, and I just know we would have a lot in common. Please don’t think I’m crazy, but give me a call if you get a chance.” I called her back, and we became fast friends. She and her family came up to visit us in Chicago when I was pregnant with the twins, and we went vintage shopping for two glorious days. She knows just enough about just about everything vintage and antique to make her a priceless resource on vintage jaunts.
We left at 6:30 and — this was a new twist to vintage shopping trips! — a 5.6 magnitude earthquake hit at 7 a.m., while we were on the road to Tulsa! We didn’t feel a thing, but it was the talk of Tulsa town as well as in Fayetteville, where the tremors were also felt. I guess if you’re driving on a bumpy highway, earthquakes aren’t that detectable.
We fit in A LOT of shopping. We went to yard sales and thrift stores until about 3, then hit the monthly Tulsa flea market AND the Tulsa Vintage Show until 6 p.m. THEN we hit Trader Joe’s and had dinner at The Charleston. It was a really relaxing, enjoyable day.
Take a look at the loot.
There are a few Thursday/Friday finds in there as well — I managed to hit one or two yard sales and thrift stores prior to Saturday. That yellow cart, for example, and the little cow pitcher and the red drawer — that came from a yard sale on Thursday. The lady was so nice — she was running it for her sister, who had recently purchased the house it was held at. She said her sister bought it with most of the items from the previous owner still intact — she had been a hoarder, she said, and the family didn’t want most of the stuff so they just left it. She wasn’t sure how much to price stuff and thought it was crazy that any of us wanted any of that old stuff! I pulled the red drawer out of the trash, in fact. I hit it pretty late — I hate to think what I might have missed.
Let’s talk about that table made out of the cistern that you can barely see in the photo.
It was at the first yard sale we hit, which was an EXCELLENT yard sale. The woman had a ton of stuff and it was all cheap — so cheap that things were getting scooped up left and right and that definitely lent a frantic feeling to the proceedings. I narrowly missed a perfectly chippy white kitchen cart that went for $10 so when the lady quoted me a crazy low price for this table and then tried to walk away I quickly peeled off the bills from my stash and pressed them into her hands before someone else did. I thought it was a repro piece, but when we carried it to the car I realized it was a legit watering barrel from a farm — totally heavy and perfectly rusty. The top is also authentically old, chippy beadboard.
I love it, and finding it first thing made the day so much less stressful, because I was consumed with the need to find things to fill up the booth for Junk Ranch weekend and this thing is HUGE so will take up a lot of room. It was a nice way to start the day.
This little lady is not so little — about two feet tall — and is coming to live with me. I bought her from my favorite booth at the Tulsa flea market. The seller was lovely and funny and I adored everything she was selling. And her prices were extremely reasonable.
The photo on the left is from the thrift store — I paid $10, which is a lot for me, but I’m keeping it. The one on the right was from a yard sale with the nicest people who were raising money for a sick grandma. 🙁
(I should have wiped off the price on poor Chopin’s face before taking the picture.) This is one of my favorite finds, also from the thrift store. Their faces are so beautiful. Pretty sure they’re hand painted. They just have a number on the bottom, no identifying marks. I knew my husband would adore these, so even though the other three were marked $7 (highway robbery!) I went ahead and bought the set. Don’t know why Chopin is valued so little, as compared to his peers!
Here’s a close up of hairy Mr. Brahms.
Both of these items were purchased at the first yard sale.
I have no idea what these little things are! But they are so tiny and cute and were only fifty cents so I bought them! Please tell me what they are so I know what to write on the price tag when I put them in the booth.
That is an enormous enamel wash basin sitting in that red drawer…from my first and favorite yard sale of the day. That roll of vintage wrapping paper came from the scariest yard sale of the day — as we were getting out of the car Kristie said “turn your rings around and get ready to run.” The people were SUPER nice, but as the lady was opening up a box in the garage to bring out, she screamed and jumped away and when her husband asked her what happened she said “there’s a family of baby mice in there!” and I was all THAT’S IT LET’S GO but Kristie continued to dig through the boxes and THAT’S how she ended up with a vintage mini Santa blow mold and I DIDN’T.
Box of Christmas goodness from the same sale: MICE NOT INCLUDED. I bought this box with Shara in mind — I think she can use some of this for her adorable Christmas mini snow globes.
Oil floral painting to add to my growing collection.
That’s about it, aside from a few other odds and ends. SUCH a fun trip. You know I’ll be back soon.