Tag: Junkin’

As promised. I’m amazing myself! I’m actually following up on yesterday’s blog. Ha! I CAN do it!

Erin’s Versace dress. It’s really Versus by Versace, but how cute is that?:

My 1970s Mr. Dino dress:

And a flashback to the 1980s. Did I mention these? I don’t know if anyone will ever buy them, but I’m just sticking my big toe in the vintage clothing waters and the price was right, so… why not, right? Don’t answer that.

What was with the baggy things at the hips back then??? It’s a straight skirted dress with Hammertime things at the hips. The way it hangs not on a body you can’t see the straight skirt.

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Power dress? Needs gold chains at the neck, doesn’t it?:

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Oh, can’t you just see the curly perm and bright lipstick? Ready to par-tay!:

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Deanna at Timeless Things tagged me for 8 Things. Hmmmm… let’s see.

8 things I’m looking forward to.

1. Getting my bladder tacked! I’m tired of wetting myself. (Nothing like starting with a doozey, is there?)

2. Getting the wedding behind us…er, I mean, Erin’s wedding!

3. This weekend’s sales.

4. My first million.

5. My second million.

6. My third million.

7. Heaven, but I can wait.

8. My fourth million.

8 things I did yesterday:

1. Put some stuff on eBay

2. Blogged

3. Put one thing on the web site

4. Twittered

5. Facebooked

6. Ate, oh yeah. I ate!

7. Met some fun new people

8 things I wish I could do:

1. Reach middle and upper shelves without a stool.

2. Live a life of luxury.

3. Travel a lot. (Is that the same as #2?)

4. Loose this weight

5. Keep a clean, neat house (Translated: afford a maid).

6. Regularly find things for a couple of bucks that would sell for thousands of dollars. (Hasn’t happened, yet.)

7. Have lots of time for family, friends and fun.

8. Be 30 years old again.

Shows I’m currently watching:

1. The Office

2. 30 Rock

3. I think I might be liking Parks and Recreation

4. Ghost Hunters & GH International

5. Mad Men

6. The Tudors, but I’m just now tuning in, so having to watch from the beginning

7. Breaking Bad (same as above)

8. True Blood (also same as above)

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And who’s on my Pandora station right now? Billie Holiday. From Billie to Led Zeppelin. What a range!

 

We’re back from our Florida vacation to visit Philip and Lisa. Loved being with them. We don’t get to see them often enough. I won’t bore you all with vacation details. It was pretty non-eventful considering our vacations are usually movie worthy – think Chevy Chase and the Vacation movies. I’ll just get to the good stuff.

South Florida is overflowing with thrift stores. I had about 25-30 on my list to visit. Made it to, ummmm…. maybe 10. Erin had come along for the ride and did one afternoon of thrifting with me. The other day I went, she did beach time.

The regular “stuff” stuff was icky. Like the dollar store stuff we’re drowning in here. But there were a few clothing gems hidden in the racks and racks of old lady and boring clothes.

Erin got a Versace dress! I was impressed. I think she’s going to have it for sale, but I’m sure she won’t be opposed to keeping it if it doesn’t sell. My best purchase was a 1960s-70s, op art, long Mr. Dino’s dress. Pictures will be forthcoming. But, we got to actually TOUCH a Dolce and Gabbana! Gasp! It was just a shrug, but still. It was in a consignment shop whose prices seemed more than they are new at the stores.

We did finally make it to Palm Beach. As many times as we’ve been in the area, we’ve never driven over the bridge into Palm Beach. I was determined that this time I was going to see how the rich and fabulous live.

Ahhhh…. I want to go to there – forever. Just how much stuff do I need to sell every month to support that lifestyle? How many electrical problems would Ricky need to solve? Think we could do it?

We did visit a fun vintage clothing shop, Groovy Vintage Clothing, I think was the name. I wish I had a picture, but y’all know me and my picture taking habits. I took the camera, but never got it out. I would loved to have visited the shop and talked with the owner a lot longer, but we were in a timed parking space and our time was up. Sadly, we had to leave. But if you’re ever in that area, you’ve got to visit the shop. I promise you’ll have a great time!

As much as I loved Palm Beach (and Ricky said he wanted to move to Okeechobee), it sure was good to get back to Southern accents and good ol’ boys and girls. No offense to those who lack said accents. It’s just what you get used to, ya know? But I’m already ready to go back and find me a Versace dress! Oh, and see our son and daughter-in-law, of course. We do miss ’em.

All wrapped up in one post.

Wisteria is one of my favorite signs of spring. I love to see huge trees covered in the yummy, purple, hanging blooms. We have one in our yard. We have to keep it under control, of course. Can’t have it taking over the big oaks, now can we? Personally, I’d like it, but the man who is our gardener (my husband) says no. Not doin’ it.

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It’s disgraceful. My lack of blogging. I know I say this every single time, but I really want to blog and read blogs! But, since obviously, I’m not in the habit again like I should be, I still want to keep in touch with you all. Let’s be Twitter and Facebook friends! I’ve actually just started with these two. I can shoot out a one liner or short paragraph every now and then. Seems like less pressure. Twitter, I haven’t quite got the hang of. I’m real new there.

Facebook: Just Vintage Home

Twitter is JustVintage

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We’re going to Philip and Lisa’s next week. That will be a welcome change of scenery. I’ll still be working. Shopping as many thrift stores as I can fit in in 4 days. With a little beach time added to that.

We’ll make a stop on Sea Island, Georgia to go over some of Erin’s wedding plans with caterers and flower people. Erin’s going with us to Florida. I’m sure she’ll be torn between living in the sun on the beach and hitting the thrifts with me.

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There hasn’t been much to report in the weekend shopping excursions this past month. Pretty unexciting and uninspiring. But you know, the more crummy sales you go to, the closer you get to the big one. The treasure. It must be right around the corner for me, because I haven’t found much since the last big weekend over a month ago.

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Gotta go finish some work so we can actually leave. Hope some of you are still checking with me and will join me on Facebook and Twitter!

Love ya,

Wanda

This is the obligatory post of the weekend finds. Sorry I’m not more interesting these days.

Friday was pretty much a dud. I don’t usually shop the local yard sales. It seems the last few years it’s the same people, same yards and same crap, rinse and repeat, year after year. No, I prefer the unknown of the Big City. But I don’t generally do regular yard sales there, either. Friday, there was nothing going locally, but there was a church rummage sale advertised in Birmingham. I felt like I owed it to myself to at least try that one.

It was about a 55 mile drive to get to the church. GPS lady lead me right to it, no problem. There was a “yard sale” sign at the entrance of the parking lot. Oh, boy! But, where was everyone?? There was one vehicle parked and one slowly leaving. I circled the parking lot wondering what the heck was going on? I’d double checked the day and time, it being the only reason I was venturing that far. Was it on the other side of the church? But where? Maybe it was a church across the street or something and they inexplicably put the sign at that parking entrance? As I circled and headed toward the exit, a truck slowly pulled in, circled and slowly got behind me. Then I got a better look at the sign. NEXT WEEK???!!! It did NOT say that in the paper. It didn’t give a date. I looked!

What was left to do to salvage the day? Not much.Thought I’d head to a thrift store across town, but I sure needed to tinkle. Real bad. Stopped at a gas station, wandered around the inside and finally asked if they had a restroom. “Outside, around on the left. The key’s on the wall over there.” Here’s where I just want to run away and hide. You see, I have to be pretty desperate to use the outside potties at gas stations. I wasn’t quite that desperate. Yet. But instead of just leaving, I made a face, did a stupid, girly bird flap of my hands and said, “I don’t do outside toilets.” Wha’??? I don’t embarrass myself often. I’m so used to doing and saying stupid things, but after that came out of my mouth, I just wanted to… I don’t know. I wished I could have turned back time and never even walked into that place. No one laughed – while I was still in there. Don’t know if they did after I left or if they talked about me. Probably. But I can’t think of a thing I could have said differently. It would have looked a little odd if I’d just left too, but not as bad as what I said and did. Sigh. I found another restroom down the road and headed on to the thrift.

Bor-ring.

What else could I do? I know! Go to my favorite home dec fabric store that is closing. Closing to retire. Business was still very good. I’d thought I’d go ahead and get the fabric I’d picked out to cover some chair bottoms, but on closer inspection, the pattern might be too large. What else? Couldn’t think of a thing, so I came home.

Saturday.

Saturday was better, but not by a lot. There were plenty of estate sales. Seven, I think, and two other kinds that sounded good. I don’t go to the sales that say they have baby or kids stuff. I’m at that age that I have no reason to go to them, so they’re not on my list.

Couldn’t find one of the sales and a moving sale turned out to be a business. But of the others, here’re the few things I came home with.

Some pretty tiles, a Bakelite leopard pin, Florenza lipstick holder, pin cushion puppy dog, blown glass fishing float (I guess), globe perpetual calendar, two funky flower tiles, Brady Bunch era pencil holder, mirror and a tray that happened to be under the tiles. I also got an old Girl Scout uniform, a silk scarf and an old, basket chair cover. Not very interesting.

At the last sale, I overheard an interesting conversation. When I’m alone, I overhear lots of conversations. This one went like this:

The estate sale pricer/money taker: mumble..mumble..mumble.. I (The word I said smugly and with importance) have a booth at ___ Antique Mall. I didn’t price this stuff at wholesale for dealers. If I did I’d have bought it.

Well, OK. That’s really all of the conversation I remember. It’s the important part, anyway. Who does she think buys all that junk?? When we buy for ourselves, we usually only buy a couple of things – and besides, we’re hoping for a real bargain or we wouldn’t be digging in boxes, scouring crowded tables and fighting the crowds. But dealers are the ones who can clean the place out. And believe me. This particular sale needed lots of dealers there buying all that crap. Flea market and yard sale dealers. There wasn’t much there even I would buy and we all know I like the odd junk.

Now, I understand the frustration of going somewhere hoping to buy something for yourself only to see a dealer got there first and wiped them out of every last desirable thing. I don’t like the dealers who buy everything just to be buying everything.  I mean, I’m a dealer, but I don’t do that! I agonize over just about everything I spend my money on. You see what I buy. There’s plenty left after I leave – if there was anything there before I got there. Anyway, the point I wanted to make is there has to be some middle ground here. Doesn’t there? I say, “Let them (all) have cake!” I just want us all to be happy and have fun and have our hearts’ desires.

Lotsa love,

Wanda