I knew it was a great day when I walked into the thrift store and was met with the greeting, "So glad you are here. We have a bunch of old stuff to get rid of."
I had to recite my new mantra under my breath for several seconds before diving in.
"I do not have to own every single treasure. I am not a hoarder. I will restrain myself."
And by the time I had finished, several items had been snatched up by other shoppers.
First this lovely lady - an ironstone wash basin. White with blue floral design.
Yes, delicious brown patina.
Made between 1890 and 1920.
A generous 17" diameter.
I have three wash stands and not one will hold her.
She will go to the booth.
Because: I do not have to own every single treasure.
My customers love my suitcases - especially the extra large flat ones.
It went straight to the booth.
I love market baskets like this one.
I have a graduated set of them including one this size.
Since I have so many, this one will be going to the booth.
Because: I am not a hoarder.
The wooden message box with the glass knob, you will see transformed on Quickies this week.
The pewter bowl is lovely and will be sold.
A glass floral frog.
A beautiful piece of ceramic art.
It is a bud bowl sometimes called a pansy bowl.
Add water and arranged the pansies around the opening.
It is now on Etsy.
The gray dresser and several other pieces of furniture sold over last weekend so I bought this MCM cabinet with sliding doors.
You will see it soon.
It is on the list to be painted this weekend.
Hen egg basket.
A brass urn.
A cute hand carved mouse.
The largest cricket box I have seen.
It will be listed on Etsy.
Two Victorian frames.
A folding bed tray with all its working parts in great condition.
The paint is a little distressed.
The tray can be positioned four ways to draw or write or sing in bed.
I did not dare remove this lighting fixture until I make it to the booth with it intact.
I am a total klutz and have almost dropped it twice.
So here is half of it.
Two long pendants of cut glass with white/gold iron pieces and chain.
They are twins and hang from one ceiling mount.
They absolutely scream,
"Nous sommes Français!"
A very fierce Beethoven.
Maybe he is trying to hear.
I know he is not French, but he would look wonderful sitting under the above lights.
A free plaid bowling bag so decrepit it has crumbled.
Will be using it for a poinsettia.
Yes, it is time for bottle brush trees.
A round-up of ones Olive of Olive Out found for me at the Salvation Army.
Yes, I have been bleaching trees twice a week.
Last, but certainly not least, my own personal slices of Maid Marion.
The city spent several days slicing her up in different lengths for people to take.
Now I have to figure out how to get the slices dry and what to do with them.
I am not shopping today - staying home and painting.
Because: I will restrain myself!
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