I place all the blame on Leia, my niece, who had asked for a small dining set for her new apartment. I had planned on driving down to see the new place, help her decide the colors to paint the chairs and table, and maybe go find some things she needed.
After we unloaded the table and set it up. The first thing she asked was if we were going to the flea market. The flea market!?! Had we not gone just a few weeks prior!?! Had I not filled the entire truck with bargains then!?! Was some of that stuff still in my living room!?!
Was I supposed to be at home doing the October Overhaul!?!
We went to the flea market . . .
And the community thrift shop . . .
And the Goodwill pound store.
Yes, we even squeezed in an estate sale.
I must say I was very picky about what I bought. I kept my spending to a minimum. I selected items carefully. Some items free.
I will confess each and every item. Some have already been cleaned and painted and left the house for the shop.
This list shows my eclectic side (some call it the crazy side!):
-a free typewriter
-a blue tweed suitcase
-a wooden tool caddy with removable tray
-a yellow first aid kit
-black ice skates
-a small wood collector's box
-box of books
-metal tray with ivy painted on it
-three clear stacking Atomic Fireballs reach-in bins
-One red Atomic Fireball bin with screw top
-Cigar box of old button envelopes
-a pink armchair
-a pink kitchen chair
-a free locker basket
-a handful of vintage linens
-a black and taupe dance costume (shades of The Black Swan)
What was on my original list before leaving:
So, not so so slippery this shopping slope. I actually bought things on my list. I actually kept under my spending limit. I actually have moved most of this stuff into the booth. The Atomic Fireballs bins I will admit are really out there, but they were a sentimental favorite.
WHEN COPS AND JUNKERS COLLIDE
A TALE OF REDEMPTIONComing home from work the other day I spotted a shutter on the side of the street. It looked as though it had fallen off a truck. Not wanting it to be run over or, God forbid, someone steal it. I drove around the block. The traffic was horrific. I pulled my truck over the yellow curb and snugged it up close and personal to the No Trespassing sign managing to block a driveway in the process. As I cautiously left my vehicle and approached the poor abandoned shutter, I discovered a true jewel, a real antique, a genuine shutter. It had hinges, locks, and real moving slats. It was six feet long and heavy. So what if it was missing a few slats. The color alone was beautiful. I wrestled it off the ground and carried it over to my truck and got it in on a diagonal. I glanced across the street so I could judge how best to get back in the truck with the traffic whizzing by and to my horror saw a cop watching me from up the block. I thought surely he would give me a ticket or take me to jail - I was breaking about five laws. I knew that Chucks would leave me there as punishment for collecting stuff off the road. To my absolute amazement, the cop got out of the car and yelled, "Thanks for getting that off the street, Ma'am!" WHAT!?!? I mean, WHEW!!! My shutter rescuing was redeemed!