Minnow Bucket

Stopped by my antique booth yesterday and lo and behold, we are seeing human life form again. Yes, people are emerging from their desert caves and....(drum roll plueease)...SHOPPING!

Before I begin my own personal shopping quest, I have committed to cleaning out and tweaking. I've stored up quite the little collection over here and after clunking myself on the head a few times, I've remembered what my antiquing is all about: SELLING. So out my wares must go! Out, I say!

Yet, there are some exceptions. I do draw lines in the sand. And my minnow bucket is one of those lines. Too many memories of fishing with my dad attached to this ol' thing. She.goes.no.where. Except the top of my ledge.Poor Isaac, he's the ladder moverer (is that a word?) around here. Best keep the ladder close, son. I've got the Fall tweaking bug and it's only just begun! Mwa, ha, ha!