Ridge Spring - It's A Happening Place!

If you wandered into the small town of Ridge Spring, South Carolina this past Saturday, you would know for an absolute fact that it is a happening place.

Olive from Olive Out and I met up at the annual Magnolia Ridge Antique and Art Gathering.  (Read her post here.)  

It is held at a horse farm located just on the edge of town in the middle of hundreds of acres of peach trees.  It was a cloudy day with a slight threat of showers, but do you really think it would stop me from vintage shopping?  No way!

This is one of the most photographed and painted mail boxes around this area.  It welcomes you into the Gathering.

The main house, the guest cottage, and the outbuildings form the backdrop for the vendors.  

I spy some ladders!  

And birdhouses! 

And Coke signs!








 


Judy was set up with all her primitive and vintage goodies.

 A giant frog guards a vintage croquet set.  Look at the bucket for storing your flip flops.

 I do not know who she is, but she was very intent on deciding between two tables.   This booth had beautifully painted furniture.

 










 You know how I like (Obsessed!)  with house parts and furniture parts?

A screen guard with my initial!  Chair arms!  Chair slats!

Did they make the cut and into my truck?

You will have to come back and see!

 The Art Guild was displaying artwork from local artists in the barn.

I love the texture of the barn itself.

 MORE HOUSE PARTS!!!

A cute potting bench.

A rolling cart of a soda crate with wagon wheels.

Farm tools.

 What can you not love about this seller's vignette?

The black table had wonderful patina and I loved the antique faucets and the sugar mold.

The turquoise sewing drawer with the yellow flowers?  So delightful!

Just take the time to read the side of the crate.

Unique?  You know it!

 I had to show the mailbox again.

You notice that the sky has darkened and there was a drop or two.

But Olive and I prevailed, and around the fair we went again.

I took this photo as we were packing up our purchases to show Chucks that I can leave great porch posts behind.  


Though I will admit, if I had been in the pick-up, they might have come home with me!

Olive and I drove the five blocks into town where the annual tractor parade was starting.  We hurried into Juniper to grab lunch and a table.  

The parade passed by with an escort of firetrucks waving American flags with sirens blaring.

Then more shopping.  This place is four stores long with the original facades.  He has everything including quite a display of Ernest Lee paintings.

 Down the main street to Ridge Antiques, a favorite of mine.  It is filled with vendors selling all things primitive and vintage.

 The simplicity of a display of farm baskets and boxes.

You would think this was enough activity for the rest of the year here in Ridge Spring, but no!

The first Saturday of June is the Peachtree 23 - a yard sale miles long from Modoc, South Carolina to Leesville, South Carolina.  Now I will admit it is only about forty miles, but right in the middle is Ridge Spring.  It will be packed with goodies.

And there is always lunch at Juniper!



I promise to show the items I bought in the next post.  I have to leave you with a little suspense, don't I?

See y'all!

Scoreboard Score and a Drink

 Sometimes for a hoarder, er, collector like me, a super find from the past pops out and surprises you all over again.  This time I really scored.  Let's drink to that.

I have been clearing boxes from under the bed and there was one way up near the wall I could not reach.  

The other day I finally took my hiking pole and shoved it out the other side.  

Ah, that is where that was!  A box of metal pieces.

It was a scoreboard!

At least it was the 0's and 1's of a scoreboard - most likely baseball.

They did hang from a piece of plywood painted green in the pantry area of the kitchen.  One Christmas I took it down to pile several boxes and crates to stylishly arranged my junk , er, collectibles.  I put them in a box and under the bed they went.  


Never to emerge again until the other day.

 It is hand-painted and in fairly good shape.  Only one piece has heavy rust and there are no bullet holes.  

The surprise of the scoreboard appears when you turn the pieces over and find this.

Can you guess?

It's like a brain game.

 It is a partial Coca-Cola sign!

Evidently the rest of the sign had the rest of the numbers on it.

Love the patina!

 I carefully checked, but there is no signature on this section of the  artist who painted it.

Signatures are greatly sought after.

It does have the trademark symbol.

 That familiar font in white on a red background.

This is obviously hand-painted.  You can feel the brushstrokes.

 Let's raise a small green bottle of ice-cold Coca-Cola to toast this recovered find.  (Everyone knows the small green bottles are the best Coca-Cola!)

I plan to find a new home for this treasure since I have not been appreciating its true glory.

Molly is enjoying the extra space under the bed to stretch out and hide from the dogs.

She had to be in the picture because she is the boss.
















 
Who would ever think to find a scoreboard under her bed?  Wait a minute, that sounded all wrong! 

Well, back to treasure hunting in the house. I plan an excursion into one of the attics this week.  Nobody knows what might be in there.  I hope no body or bodies!

See y'all!



 

I'll be over at Funky Junk for Party Junk! 

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