For the first time in a year I went to the outdoor flea market and indoor antique shops. It feels so good to be able to go out picking things other than the dandelions from my front yard!Continue reading “Out Picking Again!”
This past Sunday on the way to church Wayne and I stopped at the flea market, or rather, he sat in the car to read the New Yorker as I made my rounds. I had decided earlier in the week that the antique primitive jelly cupboard that I had repurposed into a shoe closet in my home office is too glorious to not be in my kitchen. I simply needed to find three antique crates that would stack nicely to coordinate with the others I had to take its place.
While I think it’s a sin to pray for material possessions, especially luxury wishes, the flea market fairies with whom I had shared my wishes delivered in a very crafty way!
Yesterday afternoon on his day off Wayne and I decided to drive to Kennebunkport to see our beloved St. Ann’s Episcopal Church before stopping at the antique shops in Arundel on the way back. I wasn’t prepared for the heartbreaking news that was to follow.
We’re getting a spring Nor’easter tomorrow?! However, this morning was partly sunny and perfect for junkin’ as some of us like to call it. I went to a few yard sales and scored Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Jimi Hendrix and Lou Reed on vintage vinyl for $4 total. They needed a good cleaning but other than a smattering of cracks and pops they sound great! Continue reading “Saturday Morning Picking at Yard Sales & Arundel Flea Market”