i don't know where to begin....
what started as an innocent morning of junking
with my friend, Amy,
turned into an episode
of American Pickers.
it was the concrete birdbath that started
a quick u-turn through the parking lot
of a sex shop and across a large intersection,
we landed in the shangri-la of
we couldn't believe what we stumbled on...
piles and i do mean piles of junk, and good junk too!
a little frightened of what might crawl out
we treaded lightly but surprisingly
we saw none...more like thank god we didn't' see anything...
especially since Amy promised to run over me if we saw something.
our truck was already full so we needed another.
this required a few calls, texts and as usual
John came to our rescue.
this really was just an excuse to buy more.
flea market, thrift stores and shangri-la
and it made for a perfect day of junking.
|Good Sam Hospital WWII Nurses cape|
|new, well not really new, Catholic Enthronement certificate|
|Victorian fashion plate|
|good and rusty farmyard|
|yellow ware bowl|
it was a zinger of a day.