This morning the phone rang early, yes Far Guy was up and Chance was outside lounging in front of the door. I was on the couch trying to figure out if I was going to go back to sleep or get up for the whole day. It was my cousin Chuckie, whose real name is Melvin..go figure. He gets up about four am.. by that time I have have only been asleep an hour or two.
As I was lying there contemplating what to do, Far Guy hollered "Chuckie says the morning glories are blooming." I hollered back "Wanna go out for breakfast?" "Wanna go to the flea market." He replied "Sure" so off we went.
The local Flea Market starts at seven am and most of the time is closed up by two pm. I have never figured those people out. Their Flea Market is only on Thursdays. If they are all set up, why don't they make an entire day of it? Perhaps they just want the tourist crowd, forget the locals...especially the working locals who just might have some extra money to part with. The retirees..well maybe they will spend a dollar or two..in my case three whole dollars for several old books I can remember reading as a child. The Bobbsey Twins..the one with them sledding down the hill. Annette, Mystery at Medicine Wheel and Lassie and the Mystery of Blackberry Bog. I have collected enough of these old books that I should probably keep track of which ones I have.
Last night Jo and I made a quick trip into town to see what my Mom had on her sale, she is hosting a garage sale that benefits the Hospital Auxiliary group she belongs to. I found some odds and ends for the grands..nothing too exciting.
Then I spotted a cute little box, inside was a tiny tea cup and saucer and a tea pot with a lid..it all fits neatly inside the box. Somehow I am drawn like a moth to a flame to anything that has it's own container. It must be the anal retentive part of the organizational me that wants everything in it's place, preferably in it's own box. Well for 50 cents I was sold.
This morning we ended up way south of town, at what was advertised on a sign as a moving sale. It turned out to be a pole barn full of "Stuff" so much stuff that it was amazing. If it was a moving sale they were just moving from one storage facility to another..and they wanted top dollar for their "stuff" too. As I wandered around, I said "Holy Cats they sure know what they want for their junk, don't they..but then perhaps I am a cranky old woman." Another gentleman said " My thoughts exactly, guess I am a cranky old man." A younger than me lady said "And I thought I had junk." I walked away with nothing..and for me that is a strange occurrence. I don't know where they got this stuff from, but even Far Guy said "That "stuff" was dirty." He didn't buy anything either.
I always look for the same things at any kind of sale. Shiny Brite Christmas ornaments, cook books that were collection's of recipes of church women or groups of women, old photographs, old postcards and old books that I have read. Sometimes I look at the glassware.. for old bowls..if it is something that I recall as a child..then I am probably going to purchase it. The old photos I buy for my other blog, this morning there was an album that had 30 photos in it for 50 dollars...it stayed there. What do you look for at garage sales?:)