Big Whoop on the Horizon

Our local Chamber of Commerce
is throwing an after hours shopping/mixer/benefit tomorrow night
at my antique mall, and it's rumored that close to 400 WOMEN will descend upon the mall for what could turn into the Lollopalooza of antique shopping. Let's hope!

As expected, there's been a flurry of dealer activity this week,
what with all of us foofing our boof (© VRS Sue) in anticipation of fab vintage junk
flying out the doors left and right.

The dealers are invited to attend, but the idea isn't to man your booth.
It's more a show of support for the worthy cause at hand,
and I think it'll also be excellent PR.
Captain Obvious, at your service.

 

I'm running this baby over to my booth tomorrow morning. 

Such a beauty. I used a wee bit of paint stripper 

just to get the thicker areas of black paint off. Don't worry, it still has a killer patina.

I picked up TWO of these sweet little tables
for $2 each at Stop #1 of Epic Garage Sale Saturday last week...

Seriously awesome, right?

And if that weren't enough, I nabbed the table below 

at the same sale for only a buck. A BUCK!!

FYI, that's paint, not bird poop.

Off to the booth with both of them.

Today I made a few last minute runs to my usual handful
of thrift stores and stocked up on top-notch tchotchkes
that'll complement my booth theme. Which is......

My booth is having an identity crisis, methinks.

Somewhere along the way, it's turned into your one stop shopping
for all things white, pink and cottage-y.

NOT my original vision, but I'm going to have ease this sleepy little hamlet
into appreciating the Ugly Baby Thing (© Fiona and Twig)
the way you forward-thinking peeps do.

Soooooo......wish me luck!
Send me loads of good junkin' juju for a blockbuster night!

XOXO,

Anne