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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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