For My Mom
I'm dedicating this post to my mom (hi mom!). Her and my dad came down last weekend to attend my son's youth group Christmas banquet with us. And of course we squeezed some garage saling in. Even in the rain we found a few treasures.
As I've mentioned many times before, there was of course a theme. Only this time it was a disturbing one. Naked mannequins. Two garage sales and one flea market. Yup. There they were, taunting us. Must have been a screaming sale somewhere in the valley because everyone was trying to pawn them off on us.
We never did make it over to my booth, so here's the latest photo shoot. For my mom.
Can't you just feel the warmth from that fireplace? Mmmmm, I can!
Sweet dealeo on these vintage lamps! Only I've got to help my mom with her haggling skills ;O). You'll get it mom, you will (inside story).
I'm liking this lighted corner. It really draws you in (thank you C.S. ;O)).
Last remnants of vintage ornaments. Get em' while you can.
Oh I miss my hutch! I'm in search of a new one, not to fear. Not really enjoying the back of my neighbor's hutch.
Now if you're going to rent a booth to me with a post right smack dab in the middle, well, I'm gonna put a ladder next to it. Uh, huh. A ladder.
Actually this is one of my "snags" from the early bird salvage sale. Suuuwwweeeet!
Don't you just want to hang around and peruse the valuables for an afternoon? Me too.
No, I'm not walking under it. Just puttin' stuff under it.
Love these cobalt blue wine glasses! Mother ~ daughter garage sale find, oh yes. I almost want to say they are Murano because of the quality of the glass. But I can't. So I'll just pretend. Cause I don't really know. And they're pretty.
Pretty chachkie things.
Not doing very well inspiring the creativity for my Pyrex bunsen burners. I'll have to work on that. Makes. Note.
Q.: What's an antique booth without primitive printing trays? A.: A booth without primitive printing trays.
Look ma! That's my booth!!
Love you.
As I've mentioned many times before, there was of course a theme. Only this time it was a disturbing one. Naked mannequins. Two garage sales and one flea market. Yup. There they were, taunting us. Must have been a screaming sale somewhere in the valley because everyone was trying to pawn them off on us.
We never did make it over to my booth, so here's the latest photo shoot. For my mom.
Can't you just feel the warmth from that fireplace? Mmmmm, I can!
Sweet dealeo on these vintage lamps! Only I've got to help my mom with her haggling skills ;O). You'll get it mom, you will (inside story).
I'm liking this lighted corner. It really draws you in (thank you C.S. ;O)).
Last remnants of vintage ornaments. Get em' while you can.
Oh I miss my hutch! I'm in search of a new one, not to fear. Not really enjoying the back of my neighbor's hutch.
Now if you're going to rent a booth to me with a post right smack dab in the middle, well, I'm gonna put a ladder next to it. Uh, huh. A ladder.Actually this is one of my "snags" from the early bird salvage sale. Suuuwwweeeet!
Don't you just want to hang around and peruse the valuables for an afternoon? Me too.
No, I'm not walking under it. Just puttin' stuff under it.
Love these cobalt blue wine glasses! Mother ~ daughter garage sale find, oh yes. I almost want to say they are Murano because of the quality of the glass. But I can't. So I'll just pretend. Cause I don't really know. And they're pretty.
Pretty chachkie things.
Not doing very well inspiring the creativity for my Pyrex bunsen burners. I'll have to work on that. Makes. Note.
Q.: What's an antique booth without primitive printing trays? A.: A booth without primitive printing trays.Look ma! That's my booth!!
Love you.
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