Junk Bonanza

Went to this thing.

This Junk Bonanza in big buildings. Times 3.

I was with 2 girlfriends who are so much fun and appreciate old stuff like me.

Oodles and oodles of rust, chipped paint, vivid colors.

Fueling more ideas than I can fit in my creative brain.

One of the vendors there could have been Sweet Love's twin.

This vendor obviously shared the same love of colorful vintage and graphics as I do:

There was one big problem.

There was no thrill.

All the stuff was very cool, but there was no score moment.

No searching through miscellany and finding that special thing you would never expect.

No element of surprise.

No heart beat skips.

I found a couple cool things that I will use in my art endeavors.

And a couple things for the shop.

So it was more of fun girls getaway day that I really needed.

Fast forward to next day:

I find several cool things garage saling.

My favorite?

This rusty metal lunchbox filled with old jars at a local garage sale:

And it has a story. I love the story.

This sweet elderly lady and I get to talkin' and talkin'.

This lunchbox takes her back in time.

Her husband worked for 3M from 1950s-1970s.

He worked in the graphics department so he would stick the newest 3M decals on his lunchbox.

He took his lunch in that lunchbox every single day.

He even had to re-do the handle as it broke. So now it's white plastic.

She packed his lunch for him like a decent 50s housewife would.

One day she packed 2 hard boiled eggs in one of the glass jars.

Later that day she had to go to the hospital.

Eggs gave him botulism.

She laughs as she tells the story, so he was fine.

I love the story.

And hard boiled eggs too.