I had to scrape around the living room to find some finds for you today.
I have not shopped much this past week.
The Masters Golf Tournament is in town so it is a constant trip to the antique mall to keep the booth stocked with smalls for the visitors in town.
Easy to carry = easy to buy!
This stool is probably past its use for sitting but perfect for a huge fern.
It is a sage green - looks gray in the booth.
A lace tablecloth - great for displays.
A jar to be filled with smalls.
An English biscuit tin.
I found a stack of unfinished hat boxes all for one price and then 75% OFF!
Could not resist even though I did not need another project to finish.
From Horror Monster's Attic Treasures section came these three lamps.
Two brass ones.
(Yes, I know you can barely see them, but Chucks was in a rush to go and there was no second chance photography.)
The six-foot wooden lamp was handmade by a relative's great grandfather.
It is an unwanted orphan due to its height.
All three available in Booth W-10.
At the 75% off sale I found this primitive, but new, table.
Of course it will get painted to add patina to it.
It had been a puppy chew toy at some point in its life.
I am sure the thrift shop thought I was insane when I bugged them about wanting this box.
It is a vintage Ivory soap box.
Contained a gross (144) of personal size bars.
This was why I wanted it.
For years Proctor and Gamble's logo was the Man in the Moon with thirteen stars to represent the thirteen original colonies.
Decades ago there was a ridiculous accusation that this was a Satanic symbol.
P&G decided to change their logo to avoid the controversy.
I have some ideas to preserve parts of the box.
Okay, not exciting finds, but unexpected.
I hang out behind the liquor store on Monday nights to pick up boxes if I need them.
One of the clerks came out with more boxes as I was selecting the ones to fit my items.
He invited me to take as many as possible.
I laughingly said what I wanted was the Coca Cola crates stacked against the building.
Surprisingly he said take all I wanted - they had been there for the Coke guy to pick up for a few weeks.
So I did.
I will not reveal how many I got.
But I will admit to being greedy!
Two of my favorite dealers at the mall are leaving.
There is sale going on in their booth.
I picked out this article on Hazford Rupert LXXXI (81st).
The most famous Hereford bull to ever sire a calf.
He died in 1947 after fathering a line of calves worth over a million dollars.
Of course that does not sound like much these days.
But remember old Rupert had to sire those calves the old-fashioned way!
The rusty crusty old enamelware jug and the military torn and tattered backpack.
The jug needs cleaning and waxing and some daisies.
The bag needs a little more bling.
Happy Hunting to you.
Show and Share No. 309
Talk of the Town #15