Saturday a week ago I was lucky enough to meet up with Rush in Columbia for a day of junkin'.
In no special order, here are the treasures I found Rush-ing around West Columbia, South Carolina.
One huge atlas with great color maps.
Found at His House.
A brass urn.
A silver plated teapot and a cream pitcher found at Goodwill.
At Habitat we found a bunch of numbers - mostly sixes (or nines) .
The eights went to live with Fonda - her favorite number.
Assorted old books found here and there.
A white hamper basket.
Adorable needlepoint.
A girl and her puppy off to school with an apple for her teacher.
Two hymnals and a reading book.
Rush to the rescue
I spied these from across the thrift store but could not get around the customers.
Fonda blocked them from the books so I could arrive with a cart to scoop up all the Hardy Boys books.
From the 1960's.
Just one lone Nancy Drew.
Another His House find - old romance books.
The dust jackets have a wonderful vintage look.
A metal plant stand bought at Habitat.
This sweet bench in great shape (but horrid paint job) was found hidden at His House.
She is getting a makeover.
Soon.
So Rush and I went to the No. 1 Flea Market, His House, Habitat, lunch at Applebee's (thanks, Fonda!) and finally to Goodwill before I returned her to her hotel.
I hope she will visit again.
Junkin' with me is an Olympic sport.
And Fonda deserves a gold medal!
See y'all!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
A couple of Saturday's ago I lucked up on a junk man's closing sale.
I had never stopped at the building before.
I was surprised at all the neat stuff he had.
What in the world is this?
An art deco store display rack for jackets or shirts.
Rich patina and heavy duty.
His loss, my gain.
Gave me a price for one insulator.
I asked for a price for ALL of the insulators.
His loss, my gain.
Two old first aid kits still full of supplies.
One from Nassau County Police Department.
The other "Property of the State of South Carolina".
Not anymore.
I will admit haggling went on and on over the price for these two.
Finally we reached an agreement.
His loss, my gain.
Love the brown splatter enamelware sieve and will keep it.
Paid his price for it and he threw in the candy tin.
His loss ...
I dug these out of various assorted boxes under his tables and put them together on the counter.
He was quite taken with the way they looked all together.
However he had agreed on a price for the three before I placed them there.
... my gain.
I have never found one of these before.
It is a tin bread box.
Just like the picnic tin I used to own but sold!
Drat.
My loss and my gain.
I am keeping this for a bit.
Milk glass mugs for a drink after skiing.
Be prepared to gag.
It is a Schuss Boomer.
Hot Dr. Pepper with Bacardi Rum mixed in.
UGH!
But the graphics are so cute.
A very productive day for me.
See y'all!
The bench was supposed to be the perfect bench for the new laundry room.
However once the washer and dryer were installed, it was three inches too long.
Really!?!
Had the bench fit perfectly like I had carefully planned, it would have been left in this distressed state and waxed.
Look at all the storage underneath.
Made a color wash of my favorite color of FolkArt craft paint.
Half paint.
Half water.
Brushed it on quite generously.
Turned out w-a-a-a-a-y too bright for me.
Used Howard's Dark Oak wax to tone it down.
I quite like this bench.
Too bad it does not fit anywhere I would want it.
Off to the booth.
See y'all!
Time of the year when I buy large lots of vintage postcards to use in projects and to sell.
I prefer the ones which have been used - I find the messages interesting.
The florals sell well.
Postcards featuring chicks are usually kept for my private collection.
A part of the group of four hundred.
A wide variety of Christmas, New Year's, Easter, birthday, and other holidays.
The postcards are from 1900 to 1935.
Often the Thanksgiving cards feature an Americana theme.
New Year's cards sometimes have the date as part of the graphic.
One lone souvenir card from Niagara Falls.
Some collectors choose cards by the message or handwriting style.
If the postcards do not arrive in plastic sleeves, I keep some on hand to protect the cards.
I sell them for $1.75 to $3.00.
A small price to pay for a piece of history from a hundred years ago.
See y'all!
Take three little shelves out of the stash.
Well, to be honest, this one is a divided box.
And to continue to be honest, this one would more likely be called a crate.
However, the third victim is definitely a vintage kitchen shelf from an old house in Augusta.
All three needed extreme cleaning and some sanding.
Using spray paint in aqua and pink the divided box, the crate and the shelf are transformed.
Quickly.
To be displays for tiny trees.
Yes, it is that time of year again.
Willie, my supervisor, hunts in the bushes.
He loves to watch me paint.
See y'all!
