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Showing posts with label Bargains. Show all posts
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Monday, September 21, 2009

Rate My Junk, Tuesday Edition.....


Welcome one and all to the decidedly
white trash version of HGTV's  Rate My Space!
This is a follow-up to yesterdays post wherein I bragged shamelessly
about all the swell swag I confiscated for my booth.
Ready for some more gloating AND the opportunity
to tell me just exactly what you think of my finds without impunity??

Alrighty then, let's get goin'!

First up:


Awesomely creepy little girl doll! Not creepy enough, you say?
Hmmmm, okay, tough audience....
Here's some of her kin just down the way:



Now that's what I'm talkin' about!
You know the whole decorating-with -creepy-doll-heads thing 
we've all been doing forever?
Ever wonder what happened to the rest of said dolly?

Well, wonder no longer! 
Fiona and Twig considers it our civic duty to answer these 
vexing questions which keep you awake at night. Here they be!
Oh my stars, you guys would've gone into an apoplectic fit 
if you'd toured this fab Field of Junk Dreams with me yesterday!
Where oh where to begin?
Feast your eyes....


What the hey??!!
Stroller for 4?
Kiddie-park ride?
No child restraints/seatbelts?
Wheeeee!!!!!

In keeping with our slightly macabre kiddie theme, 
walk another row over and you are met with this:



Do you have to ask twice if I'm going back for this???
And just in time for Halloween, too.
I'm wondering if the genteel locals are going to "get" my 
Curious Sofa-esque Halloween vignette?

Round the corner and all of this 
is pretty much ripe for the taking (dirt, dirt cheap prices!):


I'm in serious love with the garden lounger and birdcage.

As per yesterdays post, I'm breaking up my plentious finds 
from this weekend into several posts, but here's something 
on the more kid-friendly end of the spectrum.

Look y'all, it's Muff's Toybox!!!



Beats me who "Muff" is, but Aunt Jane and Uncle Scottie 
sure did think he was swell...





If I divulged just how cheaply I procured this toy box, 
you might just have to resort to calling me naughty names, 
so let's just say it was decidedly non-spendy and leave it at that.

Coming up on my next edition of Rate My Junk:

Life, Death and a Foe Defeated.
Clear as mud?
Good. I loves me a cliffhanger.  ;-)

'Night All,
Anne


Monday, September 14, 2009

Thrift Store Bonanza....or how my dog offered himself up for the greater good


I don't know about you, but at the tippy-top
of my list of things I don't want to hear at 6am Monday morning is this:

"Honey, you're gonna have to take the dog in to the vet...he had an encounter with a porcupine."

Oh no he di'int.

Hubby would've been more than happy to take him in 
as he has done before, but he was due at school bright and early (physics teacher), 
plus I was off work today. Fair enough. Still, it sucked. 
I had been up until 2am working on the booth and the blog, 
and I had serious brain fuzz going on. You want me to do whaaaaa? 
Handsome husband bid me farewell, and off I went into town.

Got to the vet's office at 8am sharp and dropped off our boy Havok,
who actually came out pretty well, all things considered.
He only had about a dozen quills, which is not bad at all,
if you know how bad it can be. No? You say you don't?
Google "pit bull vs porcupine", but only if you have a strong constitution.

Dropped the dog off with time to kill, 
so I did what any good junker would do: I hit the thrift stores. Yeah, baby!

First up was my fave consignment store 
where I unearthed this sign that I had somehow, 
inconceivably, missed on all my prior visits.




Could you not just DIE?

This baby is gonna (now and forever) have a "NFS" tag on it! 
It's big, about 3 1/2 feet tall and 2 1/2 feet wide. 
I plan on lugging this puppy with me wherever I hang my proverbial shingle.

As if that weren't fab enough, I hit the junking lotto 
with a series of finds that were only $1 each.



The bell: $1
The silver serving pieces: Two for $1
The hatbox? A DOLLAR! I mean, look at those colors! 
How could a day so wrong turn out so, so right???
Bless Havok's heart, had he not taken one for Team Fiona & Twig, 
who knows where these gems might've ended up?

Still no call from the vet, so I ran a few blocks over to Salvation Army. 
Now I usually can't find anything there of interest, 
but the junking gods tossed me a bone (sorry, more bad dog puns) 
and revealed more swell loot and swag.

Badminton rackets, 99¢ each.








Since I've been wigging about wall decor for my booth,
I saw some primo potential in these.




Sconces. Going, going, gone for a George Washington each. I may paint these.





Nifty wicker thingamajigger. What do you s'pose it was?
Check out the pocket sized Flemish art I scored, too.




Sweet little bird (quail?) on silver serving tray.
Second verse, same as the first....a buck.



An interesting bit of framed ephemera....
a speech Herbert Hoover gave to Wilmington College in 1948.

Large wicker basket for $3.




Best of all....a puppy healed and whole again? PRICELESS.




Happy Monday, Y'all!
~ Anne


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