Yea, the first week-end of garage sales. Nothing better than that for a beautiful Saturday morning. The bargaining, the “oohing” and “aahing”. My brain on overload as I imagined what I could do with this piece of junk and that piece of worn cloth. The decisions. Like passing up an amazing deal on a couple of pieces of unbelievable outdoor furniture. Being proud of myself that I chose to pass it up
We need a new garage door. Pooh! That’s no fun.
Oh, well, I didn’t like them anyway.
So what did I buy? A bowling ball for $1.00. I love the look of balls in my garden. I tuck them away so that they peek out from under a bush or a group of flowers. Gardens shouldn’t be obvious or predictable. I may glue on jewels, paint a pattern or even just spray paint it all one color. If you position them the right way, no one even sees the finger holes.
Then there were the eight cloth napkins for fifty cents. Some flat lace for a quarter. Going to be used in La Cabinette to edge shelves for a shabby chic look. Some small metal reindeer I will paint white and then sand to reveal some of the gold.
And the best of all, this adorable vintage purse-one dollar and I didn’t even have to bargain for it.
I collect vintage purses. I almost never use them. Don’t know why. I sold a couple on e-BAY for much more than I paid for them and have regretted it ever since. I just like them. Who knows why certain collections appeal to us more than others.
Much of my furniture (except for upholstered pieces) is from garage sales and thrift stores. There’s just something about taking something and making it my own that really appeals to me. Maybe that’s why I love blogging. It’s kind of the same thing. Taking something and making it my own.
What about you? What has been your greatest “find”? Tell me all about it.
Can’t wait till next week.
God bless and have a good day.
3 thoughts on “garage sale junk and treasures”
Love this!!!! When I was young, I carried that square white wicker purse in your picture. Memories:-)
wonderful thoughts and imagination—–would not expect any less from you, love paul
I’m in a placement in Fennville to regain eating stability & up my health///blood counts & pressure
not sure how long I will be here—it’s getting pretty boring
I think I’m one of the highest functioning inmates here
scheduled for a follow up placement when I leave here and then a move to
Holland w/an old girl-friend and her husband——–
basically my life sucks right now—-if it doesn’t change I’m going to move on to whatever is next!!
being the existentialist that I am—I do not usually make the same decisions most people make***
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I almost bought another one today but restrained myself. 😖😖
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