junking....

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

it all....

a quick u-turn through the parking lot

of a sex shop and across a large intersection,

we landed in the shangri-la of

junk!

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

primitive barn

radio tubes

good and rusty farmyard

yellow ware bowl

it was a zinger of a day. 

thanks amy!

ciao,

f