8.06.2009

Adventures In Garage Saling

This is me:


With the "Yay!" face. Due to a garage sale high.

In the front seat of the car, sits the reason for the yay face:



I wasn't driving my normal old-beat-up-gas-hog SUV, so I had Hubby's small car.

This leaves me with not many options on where to put the things I buy.

Hubby's golf stuff takes up the entire trunk.

And the back seat had these two lovable critters:



Who, by the way, learned their usual lesson of the value of two dollars.

Critter #1 blew his dough on typical 9-year old junk. And then did the usual, "Please mom can I borrow money?" routine.

Critter #2 had a small meltdown when he couldn't afford the gun and the truck.

Dudes, when the money's gone, it's gone. And stubborn German mama doesn't cave.

There is a plus side of driving a small vehicle with clubs in the trunk and critters in the back.

I can't lug home any furniture.

I'm pretty sure I need a life size version of this to run around in:


I can totally see me in a vintage, rusty pick-up.

In girly pink. Or red. Or robin's egg blue. Now that I think about it, any color would do.

Now rewind to when front seat was empty. Here's how it went down.

The first sale I went to was choc full of antiques. Life is good. Yay face!

And then I drove by this house and stopped because of the clues:


Tacky yard ornaments, especially large plastic deer, almost always mean I will find something.


It's usually a good indicator that the inhabitants have stuff from the 60's laying around the house.

Or still on the walls.

And I was correct, as usual. Yay face! You'll see stuff in the shop very soon.

I also love seeing what people try to give away. And I'm not knockin' the free box by any means. In fact, I got an awesome pair of mittens and some cute bud vases in some free boxes today. Always look in the free box. Always.

But I have a li'l hunch it's gonna be tough to give this avocado green, energy hogging, dusty, dirty dryer away:



Sign should say, KICK ME.

And then there was the drunk guy house.

You can't see, but the guy in the garage at the "checkout" was loaded off his a$$.


It was 10:30 a.m.

He tried to talk me into buying some granite slabs.

Or should I say slur.

But I was really eyeing up the old rusty motorcycle he had for sale.

Kidding. I'm not the motorcycle type.

More of an old pink pick-up kind of girl.

7 comments:

  1. love a good yard saling story... thanks!

    yesterday I went to my favorite thrift and sadly nothing there. met my sister for lunch and on the way home, 3 hours later thought, I'll just stop in again. Yeah! 2 fabulous finds had appeared.
    you just never know...

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  2. Look at you, you are too cute! And so are your boys.

    I loved your story, garage saling is the best thrift high. And there is always a house that at first you are a little skeptical stepping onto their property (like the drunk guy) only to find some absolute treasures. Looks like you scored - big time!

    Can't wait to see all in your lovely shop.

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  3. Love your blog and your etsy site, you got some good junk girl!!! Blessings, Janna

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  4. Always have a good chuckle here.

    I had a great y.s. day Sat., too. I stayed at one sale about 30 minutes hearing stories about all the cool vintage items.

    It amazed me how lots of other buyers stopped in, breezed through, and went off empty handed. They were looking for newer cheap stuff, I guess.

    I like the oldies but goodies...and the sellers seem to appreciate the interest.

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  5. You get a big gold star for teaching your children that when their money is gone...it's gone! I'll keep an eye out for old guys with suspenders.

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  6. You are totally cracking me up! I heart YOU!

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  7. Thats is so funny! yay face hahahaha!!! Yea typical 9 yr olds can cause a meltdown over the littlest things i find it sooo funny!!! the little kids are adorable!!!

    by the way check out my blog your awesome!!!

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