What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Top O' The Morning

I've never been much into St.Patrick's day other than wearing green so I won't get pinched.  But, when you thrift and go to as many yard sales as I do, you're bound to come across some vintage St. Patrick's items.  There's not much out there and it's hard to find.  But, that's okay by me.  It all fits in a shoe box, which is great in the fact that it takes hardly any room to store, but it also is problematic because sometimes I can't find it among all the holiday tubs.


It all fits on my pseudo mantle.  The big Beistle Leprechaun was new this year.  I actually found two of them, but I only put one out.  He came with the other die cuts in the window frame.


A few little Leprechauns, some green things and  a pack of Dennison labels.  


That green hat was a waaaaaay after Christmas 10¢ markdown find.  I think it was a gift box.  But, with a little gold braiding, it became the perfect St. Patrick hat.  The Annalee is really a gardener, but she works in her in a pinch.  A PINCH!  HA HA HA.  Oh, I do amuse myself sometimes.  (It's late).


Ah, there he is in all his giantness.  He's really great.  Alas, he will not fit in the shoe box.


Some wee party hats, game cards and an old Hearts game card round it out.  

I have a lot of vintage Easter and it's some of my favorite stuff.  But, for some reason, I don't always get it out.  I don't know why.  I haven't decided this year.  I donated a lot of it last year.  I might be brutal and really downsize it this year.  Ha.  I say that then I see the foil eggs, chenille chicks and German bunnies and think I LOVE IT ALL.  We'll see what happens.  

Have a happy St. Patrick's Day!  

Don't get pinched!  

Sunday, March 12, 2017

The Old Booth is The New Booth

Lara started setting up her new booth the first of March.  She moved upstairs and her booth is totally adorable, chock full of her sweet framed prints, painted furniture and other sweet things.  She had provided all the display pieces for one side of our booth when we originally set it up.  So, she had to move all of those pieces out too.  Between her full time job, Kindergarten twins and everything else she has going on, I didn't want her to think she had to have it all moved out by the end of February. besides, we are still BUDDIES (I made her swear!) and buddies treat each other with respect.  :) Plus I was sick half of February and my Dad had the Pacemaker replacement last week and NOW our truck has a huge repair needed so we are down to one vehicle for awhile.  ANYWAY - the stars all aligned on Friday and I loaded up the car after The Breadman got home and headed up to give the booth a new look.  



We have this extra set of shelves beside our booth and we failed to let the owner know that we didn't want them anymore, so they are our for the next month.  As usual, I have more on them than she does - but it is only for a couple more weeks.  I picked up that Lucite revolving rack not long ago and knew it would be perfect for all the novelty coffee mugs I pick up.  That little blue and green cabinet on top is such a darling thing.  It is very heavy and well made.  


The Bean helped me carry in those black shelves which weigh a TON.  They are painted with chalkboard paint, so I can write prices and notes on them.  Yes, that second shelf is chockablock with Razorback water bottles and Mason Jar Mugs.  That's not my usual thing to sell, but the Dollar Tree has cases of them in stock right now.  The UA bookstore sells them for $20 each!  This store is located right on a bike trail and all the University students shop there, so I am hoping that they sell.  I didn't notice anyone else in the store selling them, so maybe I have the "in" on them.  I have seen on Instagram that other people have them in their booths at other flea markets.  I aimed high at $6-$8 on them at first.  You can always go down, but you can't go up!  


I haven't really sold high dollar or large items in this store, so it is a new thing for me as far as learning what to put in there and what to price it.  The big brass bird cage and the gorgeous old wood mirror are two things that I worried about pricing.  I priced high, since I can mark down if needed. Plus customers can make an offer and they will call to see if you are interested.  


I love having the vintage flashcards hanging on the wall and in the basket to flip through.  Lara was sweet enough to leave the gallery wall that she made.  I say she did me a favor by leaving it, she says I did her a favor by not making her take it down.  Respect!


This building is located by the railroad tracks and used to be some sort of a warehouse way back in the day.  It has character like these old beams and rock walls.  We can hang things on the beams, but not paint them.  But, WHO WOULD paint that awesome old beam anyway???


These shelves are still a hot mess, but I will tackle them this week.  I crammed everything I had in the whole booth on these shelves while we were moving things around.  I'll pull some things and have a sale on others.  This is my frat boy area.  They love all that stuff.


I sell a lot of toys.  I try to find vintage toys to keep in that "Toys your Mother threw out" bin, but sometimes I add in newer things if I find them.  Kids love to dig in there.  I price it cheap so it moves. The other basket is packages of old Happy Meal Toys and things.  The college guys like to dig in there.   


I make the Razorback themed flashcards.  I frame them in the same matching black frames and people have been known to buy 1-6 of them to make a gallery wall.  I am trying to think of more local or sport words to use.  I am SO not a sports gal.  It is hard for me to think of sporty things.  But, this store is a block form campus and is shopped at by HUGE sports fans.  HUGE!




Another shot inside.  I moved my sign up higher after I took this photo.  The glittery blue MONKEYBOX sign, that is.  The giant frog was my booths feature on their IG page today.  I doubt anyone will rush in to buy it, but it's still fun to see what items they pick to show each day.

I'm sure I will keep on rearranging it and thinking of new things to put in there.  I am working on my signature ephemera things today - old bingo cards, scrabble words, letter banners, yearbook photo table scatter, flashcards and on and on. I guess I should think of some Spring-y and Easter-y things too.  But that is hard to do today because........

Hey guess what?  IT IS SNOWING TODAY!  The first snow of the year.  Kind of late, but better late than never!  

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

The Booth, Fires & Thrift Finds

Hey - I'm well.  Yay!  That crud kicked my butt.  I mean, I knew I was sick, but I am a WOMAN, so I keep on plugging along doing what needs to be done.  Dishes, laundry, dinner, errands, I did it all. But, I was exhausted pretty much after folding a load of towels.  Then, one day about two weeks later, I felt better and the next day I felt great!  And my brain suddenly started working again and I got back to thinking about the new booth and getting some things done.  I hope you don't get it, but if you do - USE YOUR HEAD and rest.  (I do still have a bit of a cough, but I attribute that to all the freaking pollen in the air.)


I hadn't been to the booth for two weeks since I was sick, so it was a disaster yesterday.  Have I mentioned that Lara is getting her own booth? She's moving to a booth upstairs, so I will have this big corner all to myself.  In preparation of that, I moved all of my items to the left of the booth and put all of hers on the right.  All those display pieces on the wall are hers as well as that blue table in front of the gallery wall.  She is taking all those things out, so I will have that big wall to fill.  I have all my shelves from my old booth, so I will take in a couple sets of shelves and stack them up for a big display.  The owner is insistent that all downstairs booths have furniture in them, so I will look for some random piece of furniture to put in there.  I don't sell furniture as a rule.  I have sold a few chairs and shelves and ottomans and such.  But, I have no desire to find and paint furniture.  I am happy that Lara likes doing it - but it is not for me.  We are giving up the extra set of shelves we rent, so in the end, my rent will only go up bout $15 more than I pay currently.  I still want a booth out in Prairie Grove where the Junk Ranch is and all the flea markets are located.  My old store just wasn't cutting it, so I had to leave.  But, I want to be in that town somewhere else.  

Let's see.  What else?


Oh, yes! I was at a corner the other day and I looked over and there was my Grandmother sitting beside me driving a nice new white car.  Here's the really crazy part.  SHE'S DEAD.  I mean, this lady looked exactly like her and it left me feeling all weird.


We heard on the news that there was a big grass fire in our town.  Then we realized that it was just down the street at the back of the park.  So we walked down to check it out.  (Notice the shorts in mid February.  It has been in the 80's some days here lately.  Crazy weather.)  Anyway, the fire was out and everyone was gone by the time we got there.  But, it was so windy that it could have been really bad.  We are in the middle of a Red Flag burn ban here.  So, burning is not permitted.


A couple days later I was leaving the Super Cheap Thrift which is about twelve miles away and I spotted smoke.  I thought it would be on top of the hill when I got there, but it kept on moving further away as I drove.  


It ended up being a controlled burn by the city at the Water Treatment Plant Nature Reserve.  It was a crazy amount of smoke, so I was glad that it wasn't something like a house or the school.


Saturday we went to our Mardi Gras parade.  I used to try and take tons of photos because it is such a bright, happy parade with all the colors and the beads flying.  But, then I decided that it is best enjoyed by being present and actually watching it and catching beads.  I did get a photo of this guy - he's been in the parade for as long as I can remember carrying that same old umbrella.  When the parade is over, the floats go park and they play Zydeco music and everyone dances.  They throw a lot more beads - better ones than they do at the parade and they even tear down the floats and pass out pieces to the crowds.   We got a lot of beads, which are fun at the parade. But then you get home and think why did I want these beads????  I'd love to go to a real Mardi Gras parade some day.

I did a little thrifting as usual.


I found this at the Super Cheap Thrift.  It's signed and apparently a collectible in the primitive country decorating world.  It's on ebay, so we shall see.  


A quick stop at Goodwill on the way to the grocery store brought me several good finds.  The turkey platter is absolutely giant.  Very heavy and well made.  There isn't a mark on it, so I am still trying to research it a bit.  It will go to the Fall Junk Ranch.  It would cost a college tuition to mail it.  Heavy! It is sitting on the biggest Lazy Susan I have ever seen.  It is bigger around that my arms can reach, so I couldn't even carry it.  I am going to paint it and maybe stencil something around the edges.  I really don't do that sort of thing much.  But, I did a couple things for the last Junk Ranch and they sold right off the bat.  Who am I to turn down money?  It would be great on the center of a nice farm table.  

Next week I have to take my Dad to the hospital to have his Pacemaker replaced.  Or "have my batteries changed" as he says.  It's supposed to be easy  - just a local anesthetic and a small incision. But, it sounds kind of scary to me.  His pacemaker is actually fine, but they need to replace it now, because insurance won't cover it after June.  Isn't that crazy that insurance won't cover a Pacemaker battery?  Isn't that sort of important???  Hopefully it will go quick and without an issue.  If you know anyone that has had it done - let me know so I can either calm down or totally freak out.  Thanks! 

But first - tonight we are in a Tornado Watch.  Let's get through that FIRST!  Stay safe out there!

Monday, February 20, 2017

Sales, Bronchitis and Zombies

This weekend brought a couple emails and texts asking if I was okay - where was I - what had happened.  I love it that you guys actually MISS me and come looking for me.  I won't say that same old thing about not having much to blog about (even though it's true!). So, I'll just ramble and talk and see where we go.  Buckle up, my friends!

The week before last one of my favorite LOL ( Little Old Lady) thrifts had an ad on Criagslist (Lord knows who posted it because I am sure that none of the people that volunteer there know how to use a computer) that the ENTIRE store was half off all week.  Of course, I had to go.  Twice!  


On the first trip, I got this sweet Paint by Number.  I never buy paintings, but I keep finding ones that speak to me.  They'll all go to the Junk Ranch.

On the second trip, I sent the Breadman up to the courthouse to pay our taxes while I shopped.  It's a small thrift and I usually only buy a few things.  When he came back to pick me up, he commented that he had trouble getting in the front door because "someone" had put a pile of stuff in the way. That someone was me.  I had spotted a small red suit case and I was carrying it around, Then I spotted a big old hard suitcase under a table, so I grabbed that.  When the ladies behind the counter saw what I was carrying, they asked me if I wanted to see any more "old stuff".  Uh, yes please.  They brought out a very old and heavy medicine cabinet with glass shelves and a big old washboard.


I didn't get photos of any of that, except here is the washboard and the giant suitcase is under it.  I paid $9 for everything after it was half off.  I want to re-purpose the washboard as a memo board with milkcap magnets and a little bread pan notepad holder.  

The Salvation Army is across the street, so I had to stop.  They rarely have anything of interest to me so I never go.  But, if you are across the street - why not stop?  


I found this lovely painting and another one of a cabin with a fisherman on the lake.  All that lodge-y, cabin-y stuff is hot now.  I think?


I also found this fabulous vintage tablecloth.  Now, I haven't found a vintage tablecloth in forever and I have NEVER found one at the Salvation Army.  So, that was a double whammy of goodness.  It was $4 and I had to think a minute if I should buy it or not.  I'm pretty cheap, but heck, that's a good price for a little happiness.

I saw an ad for a Sunday Sale a few weeks ago.  It was further than I usually ever go to a sale and it meant I had to take the Interstate.  Which I DO NOT DO.  But, for some reason, I really felt like I needed to go to this sale.  There were pictures showing things that looked right up my alley and I could see some prices, so I decided I would be brave and go.  When I got there, the lady having the sale was very sweet - talked to me and told me little stories about each thing I picked up.  Not in an annoying "THAT'S OLD AND AN ANTIQUE" way, but in an "I picked that up at an old house" sort of way.  I gathered up an assortment of things and went to pay.


I bought the old cutlery tray, small pixie, an assortment of old Valentines, a sweet deer pin, the baby cup and a couple handfuls of old millinery flowers.   (The cups came from Goodwill on the way home).  

I must interject with a story here.  Last Spring I went to the Neosho City Wide sales in Missouri.  I was all hyped and ready to shop when I ran over a broken street sign post and slashed my tire.  I spent the rest of the day sitting in front of a tire display at Walmart and my junking mood died out.  When we were all repaired, I headed on out to a few sales, but my mind wasn't quite in it.  We stopped at one sale at a house on a steep hill with a curved driveway. I visited with the nice men there and they asked if I was having a fun day and I told them about my tire woes.  As we talked, I spotted the tiniest pair of antique crutches sitting on a table.  They were only about 2.5 feet tall and made of one split piece of wood.  I commented on them, but for some reason I put them down.  I have remembered them since then and I fully intended to stop at that sale next spring and see if by some miracle they still had them.  Why I wanted them, I don't really know. But, they were just one of those things that I will always remember.  (In Junior High, I learned that this is called FORESHADOWING).  Duhn-Duhn-Duhn!

As I was leaving the Sunday Sale, I saw a tiny pair of crutches leaning on the table leg.  They were just like the ones that I had remembered!  I grabbed them and went to pay without even asking how much.  As I paid her the $3 (a steal!), I told her the story I just told you about seeing a pair in Neosho and having remorse about not buying them.  She looked at me for a long time.  And then she said, "I bought those in Neosho.  At a house on a steep hill with a circular driveway."  WHAT THE WHAT? Not only did I get A tiny pair of crutches - I got THE tiny pair of crutches.  Wild, right?  Now, the story would be more fun to tell people if the actual item wan't a tiny pair of crutches, because I realize that's a weird thing.  But, those of us that love junk will get it.  


Do I know what I will do with them?  No.  But, they're mine!  

I have been sick for over a week.  My chest is full, my head is clogged.  I am a notoriously bad medicine taker.  Most medicine makes me groggy if it's for daytime and the nightime stuff keeps me awake.  Plus I sometimes get hives and itchy skin and my hair crawls, so I just don't take much.  I do pound back the Muscinex which has saved me more than a few times.  It just takes a long time to get through stuff.   I stayed home for five days straight before I decided I could venture out.  I sat in the backseat and the Breadman drove us to Sam's.  I stuck out my bottom lip and asked to go to a thrift along the way.


I didn't find much, but he dug in the record box and pulled out this gem.  Rootie Tootie Tootie The Kewpie Bear Song by the Honey Dreamers.  I mean, it makes your teeth hurt to just look at it!

My big day out made me stay home on Thursday but I felt like I could hit a sale on Friday.  It was a digger sale - lots of boxes lined up and piles of junk to dig in.  It was a sad little house in such disrepair.  The house should have been condemned which is sad for the tenant, not to mention the landlord is 93, so that is another family in for a rude awakening soon.  I found a pile of old tins, some Bucilla kits for ebay, some old books and a few other things.  Halfway through my digging, I had a huge horrible hacking coughing attack and when when I stood up, I got vertigo  The lady having the sale offered to get me a chair so I wouldn't pass out on her.  I think I better stay home a few more days.


My best find there was a big sack full of old Stereoscope cards.  I have a ton from my Grandparents and I found a Steroviewer last year, so they are fun to look through.  There are some good ones in there, like this one.  

I stayed home on Saturday, but today I went to another sale.  (Have I mentioned that is has been nearly 80 lately so people are having sales?)  I got some crafty type stuff and these guys.  


They are old bisque.  A sweet old bride and groom with a tulle veil and millinery flowers.  Super sweet.  But, then tonight, I was watching the Walking Dead and I picked them up and realized.....ZOMBIES.    Holy crapola.  I hope they don't come after me in my sleep!  They actually do have a hint of the cuteness that they once had and a bit of old creepiness.  It's borderline.  


After the sale I hit Goodwill and picked up a good Le Creuset for ebay.


And this silly old Japan pig planter for me.  

And now I must go to bed and rest up from another day out.  

Thanks for checking on me.  I'll be back sooner than later, I promise!

Until then......


ZOMBIES!

Saturday, February 04, 2017

Valentine's Day Decorations

In my funk and the process of "pulling my head out (Thank you for all the nice comments.  I see that I am not alone in this funk.  We'll get through it together!) - I decided to put out the Valentine's Day decorations.  I usually only put minor holiday stuff out for two weeks.  But, I needed some happy. So, I happy-ed up the joint.  I live with two guys, so I am always in fear that I will overdo it and they won't be happy.  But, you know what?  IF MAMA AIN'T HAPPY, AIN'T NOBODY HAPPY. Besides, The Breadman literally would not notice anything new in the house.  Ever.  Like, he missed noticing the Christmas tree was up for TWO DAYS. All my seasonal decorations go up on the walls or on shelves, so nothing is in the way. Football viewing and XBox playing are still able to go on uninterrupted.  

I think I have told this story before, but here it comes again.  When we were newly married, we lived in a tiny house in another town.  I was a department manager at a grocery store.  When I was clocking out, I noticed that the guys were taking down all the Valentines Day decorations in the store.  (Do you remember when grocery stores decorated the aisles with big signs, streamers and honeycomb balls and hearts?)  Anyway, they were pulling down these huge 6 foot long signs that said I LOVE YOU. (They were made at the sign shop and matched the window signs that read Eggs 38¢.)  I asked if I could have one and they gave it to me.  (I wish I still had it.  It was awesome). I took it home and hung it in the doorway between the living room and the dining room.  The husband came in the front door, walked through the living room, pushed the I LOVE YOU sign aside and kept on walking. "Hey!"  I said. "Did you even read that?"  "Yeah, I saw it." That was the day I knew that I had married a guy that did not like for care about the holidays.  It was also the day I realized that I could do virtually anything in the house and he wouldn't really give a crap.  BRING ON THE HOLIDAY DECORATIONS!!!!!

Years ago I bought this ugly little painted hutch.  I slapped some white paint on it, and wa-lah, it's one of my favorite little decorating spots.


For years I participated in a handmade swap for Valentines Day.  I have over 150 handmade Valentines from crafters all over the internet.  I love displaying the smaller ones here.  


I love making things of out felt, but I don't do it as often as I would like since it's just for me to keep and not something I can sell.  So, I generally concentrate on listing, pricing or making for profit.  But, making things for me is fun too! 


Display over the couch.  Lots more handmade Valentines.  The red love bug is from my gal Chanelle (AmberRose in the comments).  The chalkboard LOVE sign is from Dollar Tree.  It bothers me that you can buy a knock off sign for $1.00 when people are making them and selling them at the booths.  But, I usually have a dollar and not always $20 to buy local and handmade.  The honeycomb heart is new this year.


Candy tins and some other cute stuff.  I still think getting a box of chocolates is such a fun gift.  But, to get one in a TIN would have been such an elegant gift!  


More handmade Valentines and the obligatory vintage truck and a rubber squeak.  


One of my favorites.  



LOVE letter banner.  I sell a lot of these in the booths and at The Junk Ranch.  It's time to make a new batch.


Huge oversize flash card.  I had the whole A-Z set and sold all but the H for Halloween, W for Witch and V for Valentine.  The C for Camel is in my booth and it will NOT sell.  What the heck?  I thought Hump Day would make it a seller for sure.  


Why, yes.  I do live in a cave.  Bad lamp placement makes this shelf a bugger to photograph.  All my super cute favorites are on this shelf including my Chocolate covered Cherry boxes which is one of my favorite collections.   My grandmother loved them, my husband loves them.  I do not love them.  But the old boxes make me swoon.  They are hard to find, so when I do come across one (or my buddy Chanelle sends me one.....) I am very happy!  


More cherry boxes.  Love that lovebird planet in the middle.  Vintage Valentines stuff is hard to find, other than cards.  


More cherry boxes, handmade Valentines and some vintage hankies.  


The whole enchilada.  


Another photo from the cave.  I want a nice collection of old heart shaped candy boxes, but they elude me.  The ones on either side were from The Bean and my Mom last year.  The other two are older ones that I gussied up with old millinery flowers.  Throw in some cuteness and old Marquee letters and that's all folks!

Do you decorate for Valentines Day?



Thursday, February 02, 2017

Pulling My Head Out

I have had a really bad case of down in the dumps, midlife crisis, fuckitall.  I haven't been sleeping well. My brain is full of what could have been's and what will be's. Things I could have changed in the past and things I certainly cannot prevent from happening in the future. Things have seemed overwhelming to me.  Projects, plans.  All of it.  Just overwhelming. I get so down when I read Facebook posts from friends and family saying awful things about politics and fighting with family and friends.  Life is too short for that stuff. Instead of surfing Facebook at night, I have fallen into the YouTube pit.  Oh, it's a hard one to crawl out of - I have always avoided the time suck of You Tube. But, it has been just what the doctor ordered lately.  I have watched people dumpster diving, people thrifting, little girls dancing, soldiers coming home to their kids and their dogs, road rage, good deeds and on and on.  Oh, such a time suck.  But, such a mental holiday.   

But, today a cloud lifted for no apparent reason and I am feeling like ME again.  Woot!  Someone is sure to say it is Winter Blues, but we have had little to no winter at all this year.  It was 76 degrees yesterday!  Today it was only in the 40's and seemed much more like Winter.  Winter is my JAM. Who knows if this will stay or my fuckitall will kick back in. Hopefully I will get some stuff done and start on my new booth prep and the upcoming Junk Ranch stuff soon.  I ordered a ton of new jewelry making supplies.  I have ideas for new stuff to make.  I think I am coming out of my funk.

Today I snuck out all by myself and hit up a few thrift stores.  I saw on Craigslist that one of my old standby thrifts was 1/2 off all week.  That just does not happen around here.  So, off I went.  I prowled around that thrift for almost an hour.  I spent $13, which means I bought $26 worth of things. I never find that much there, so I am happy that I went.  I found a couple baby afghans, some old beer steins and mugs, a sweet Paint By Number, a cool lucite display rack and a few other things.  All to sell, thank heavens.  

When I left there, I went to the Salvation Army across the road.  They have an "Antiques Corner" where they put all the older stuff, but it isn't priced any higher than the regular stuff.  In fact, it's usually pretty cheap.  Today I found a game called Snap Bowling from the 1970's.  The box was almost as tall as me! It was only $2.00 so I thought it might be missing something.  But it wasn't! Yay!  As I carried it around the store, this guy that was looking at all the games and puzzles spotted that huge box I was carrying.  He read the box and his eyes got big and HE WANTED IT.  But, it was mine.  He followed me all around the store just hoping that I would put it down.  I have done that to people (in a far less creepy way. I hope.) but have never had anyone stalk me in the thrift store. After I paid, I hightailed it to the car and got out of there!  I would hate to get mugged for a $2.00 game.  

*You'll notice there aren't any photos in this post. I can't remember my icloud password and I will be DAMNED if I am going to change it again.  It'll come to me soon. I hope!  :)

Oh, that new booth? It is actually the booth that Lara and I share.  She closed her big booth out at Daisies and Olives and wants her own booth at the store we share.  Which is sort of crazy because I want booth at Daisies and Olives and I'm not over excited about the store where we share the booth. Don't get me wrong, I sell quite a bit there and make decent money.  But, it's not the sort of place where I feel like I can set up a lovely booth with lovely things.  It's more about selling stuff  - household stuff, decor, ugly Christmas sweaters, funny mugs, silly hats and cute things that the college kids can use for a year and re-donate.  It's not about a cohesive look and a theme.  Now, Lara will be able to set up a lovely booth with her pretty and quirky theme and it will look great.  But for what I sell there, I just don't want to make it all my style.  I want to do that in a different store.  I will put some personality into it, but I won't go all out. My stepdad has a big inventory of old military surplus like coats and bags.  I was at the Mall the other day and saw that thin cheaply made look a like Military items are in now.  So, he is going to bring me a bunch of that sort of ting to put in the booth.  The college kids will freak.  Plus, we still have a storage unit full of my Grandmother's things that really needs to go.  So, there will be room for that now too.

Here's to a new month and less fuckitall and more doitall!  Can I get a hellzya?

Friday, January 20, 2017

Hey!

Anyone still out there?

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Every day I try my BEST to think of something to blog about.  Oh, it needs to be interesting and fun and not political or topical (I found that out last week when I wrote a post and the anonymous comments started getting snarky).  Hmmmmm.  What to write?  The junking is pathetic right now.  I have found a few things here and there.  But it's the here and there that is depressing.  I want to go dig in a old house and pull out boxes of vintage goodies and pay $5.00 for it all.  Hey - it's happened before.  And I really need a good old fashioned junk fix!

Here are my latest finds.


We went to the casino over the OK line a couple weeks ago.  I lost what I took, so I needed some thrift therapy to heal my soul.  (I only lost $40.00)  I found this old suitcase, the sweet deer planter and the little Patriot drummer.  It's been so long since I found anything good, that I am afraid many of these finds have wound up being keepers.  For a bit, anyway.  I'll use the suitcase for Junk Ranch display.  I paid less than $3.00 for all three things.  


Yes, it's Pyrex.  I bought Pyrex.  I really never do that much and when I do, it goes straight to the booth.  I went to an Estate Sale (In January!  On a Monday!) .  I started out in the garage and found this bowl sitting on a shelf with random Wal-Marty pots and pans.  I decided to ask how much, because why not?  When I got inside, I saw that the prices were steeper than I wanted to pay and they were looking things up on ebay to determine their prices.  It's fine to look things up, but not in front of the customer.  I found an old Irmi baby mobile and asked the price.  The lady clutched her heart and told me that was from her son's room and it was from "NINETEEN SIXTY EIGHT"!  That is "VERY OLD", she said.  "Can you imagine that it is SO VERY OLD?"  Well, since I am from NINETEEN SIXTY SIX I took umbrage at that little comment.  Although, I guess maybe she didn't think I was VERY OLD or she wouldn't have said it to me.  Anyway, they whipped out their phone to look it up on ebay before they would quote me a price.  I told them never mind, (I knew that I wasn't going to pay ebay prices for it since I wanted to use if for crafts anyway) and then I asked about the Pyrex bowl (did you remember that was what I was even talking about?  Me either.).  They both shrugged their shoulders and said, "Eh, a buck?"  Weirdness.  I bought the bowl and it's the first piece of Pyrex I have ever considered keeping.  But not to set on a shelf and admire- but to USE.  


This is a duck.  :D  It is a blowmold duck!  My MIL had those hideous plastic duck and swan planters all over her house and yard, so I have a real aversion to those things.  Plus I have not quite recovered from the 1990's Country Duck motif.  Yes, I had them in my house.  No, I m not proud.  But, a full size light up blowmold duck - that is a horse of another color!  It will be Spring Junk Ranch fodder. 


I found this plaque at Goodwill earlier this week.  I couldn't find anymore but I just know there must be!  Do you know this Nursery Rhyme?  There was a little girl and she had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead.  And when she was good, she was very good.  And when she was bad.....she was horrid.  Cracks me up.  I'd love to find the horrid plaque.  This one will hang in my "cutie pie office" after it transforms from the "store all the crap" room.  It will happen.  I swear.


We went for a ride yesterday.  Just a random drive around town ride.  But, I was driving, so SURPRISE, we drove by two thrift stores.  Funny how that happens.  :D  I found the old reader at one thrift and the baby crib toy and the pottery at another. Pottery is kind of forbidden, but PINK trumps forbidden, so there is sits.  


Besides, I didn't have a pink one.  I needed it!!!


I don't do Disney things either, but it was marked JAPAN, so I knew it was older.  Thinking the booth or Junk Ranch.  


I just thought this looked interesting and the price was right, so I bought it.  I thought it was Mexican or Italian pottery, but it is actually a French apothecary jar.  I can find similar on ebay, but not exactly. I'll list it tonight and see what happens.  The similar has good ending prices, but also had interesting contents like COCAINE.  Yikes!  There were some other not so out there ones listed too.  We'll see. 


No, I didn't buy this.  I held it out at The Bean but he was looking the wrong direction, When he did turn around, he had the BEST look on his face.  Like WTF and holy crap rolled into one.  This doll made me ask so many questions.  Why did anyone mark it with lipstick?  Why did anyone even bother to donate it?  Why did the thrift put it on the sales floor? How did they determine that $2.00 was an acceptable price for a lipstick covered doll?  How did I not notice that I had lipstick all over my arms and shirt until we had gone FIVE other places?  How do you get lipstick out of cotton?  So many questions.  

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