In my last post I commented on the arrival of spring in a place where we so desperately need it. Nature has furthered her momentum, the signs are everywhere. There are robins outside. (The photo above is of an old stained glass window I had placed on my front porch – last year the robins built the nest there and hatched out three rounds of robinettes. I’m just waiting for them to reclaim it as a sanctuary.) I can hear the roar of Harley Davidsons. And my mother called me to invite me to go to a Garage Sale.
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My aunt had called my mother and asked her to let me know about this particular sale. She promised that there were things that I would like, and the prices were reasonable. I briefly considered this weekend’s to-do list and seconds later agreed that a garage sale is exactly where I should be. (It’s important that I mention here that much of the to-do list consists of eliminating things from my house, not adding.)
So, at 8 a.m. Saturday morning we headed to the tiny town where the sale was being held. It was hostessed by a fascinating woman who was in the process of moving into the little farmette and needed to downsize. Please allow me to share my haul with you:
First, this old wooden crate, a wine box? It had aged beautifully. I can picture this with caster wheels and used in my living room. I modified it a bit by using a sharpie and an antique stencil I had purchased on eBay from a seller in England:
I could not resist these croquet balls, complete with basket. I’m not sure how I will use them yet.
This sheep baaa-ed at me from its spot in the sale.
It stands guard on my front porch, greeting visitors. (Please do not look too closely at the chippy paint on my porch posts. I LOVE chippy paint, just not actually ON the house. Painting porch posts is one of the entries on that elusive to-do list.)
A wooden pig cutting board, advertising McMillen’s in St. Paul. I want to hang this guy up somewhere in the kitchen.
“A&P Bread Contest Winner
I adore it.
This small tureen came with the original ceramic ladle. I wonder what kind of stories this would tell if it could.
These gallon jars are not old, you can still pick them up new. However the price was fabulous and I bought four of them. I already owned two, they sit on my ‘craft table’ holding door knobs and misc. metal parts. Can’t you just picture a grouping of all six? These four may hold doilies, silverware, croquet balls, whatever. Visual storage. Form AND function.
The most incredible part of this story? I paid TWENTY DOLLARS for the entire lot. Blowing off my chores to visit this sale was a good decision. Plus, I got to spend some quality time with my mom.
Sunday was a to-do list bust also. Michael Perry is an author who writes about life in rural Wisconsin. He is hilarious, when I read his books I laugh out loud. He made an appearance at our local theatre, an anonymous donor had paid to have him here, admission to the event was a donation to the local food pantry. He regaled the crowd with his stories and it was an entire audience laughing out loud. This man offers such a gift to his readers. I recommend his books to anyone who enjoys a bit of humor about the human spirit.
So, here I sit with a messy house but the enjoyment I got from this weekend’s activities was worth it. There’s always next weekend, right?
Danni, keep on keepin’ on, girl. Your to-do list is much more impressive than mine.