Hi! How was your weekend? The found object comments and emails were so funny! Hair ties, Kit? What else do you all find? Do tell. I found no washers this week, just two quarters [one 1974!] a penny, and a dime.
On the topic of treasure hunting, The other week my friend B visited and off we went on one of our Marie-Kondo-ly [the destash queen]-Incorrect thrifting adventures.You may recall that our fave big thrift shop keeps moving further away and last time the trip was just way too long and difficult? So this time I made up an itinerary of small thrift shops in villages to our west, places we'd never been, new shops to explore.
Who knew? Did you know most thrift shops close at 330 or 345 PM? WE certainly did not. B, bless her heart, drives down from ''upstate NY'' for our outings, a 2 1/2 hour drive that cuts across the Bronx, Queens, goes by two major airports and a giant Mall and the always horrendous GW Bridge. She does it cheerfully, never complains---but early she is not.We're spoiled by the evening hours of the big thrift, she can leave home at a reasonable time; I can do Mo's noon walk, then Mo has a babysitter for the afternoon and evening til we get home. (I don't like to leave him alone too long, pugs get so sad.)
We printed our Google Maps, we located places on our phones, off we went around 2 PM. Here is shop number one.
The drive took about 45 minutes. Result? Yuck. Just because it got 5 stars doesn't mean it was a nice shop. The ladies were nasty, the emphasis was on [old, worn out] clothes.
B tried on her trademark black clothes as I perused the large baskets full of dinnerware.\
Service for twelve? This was once people's Passover china, I bet. Johnson Bros./ England. Pretty.
Then!---after about 20 minutes they kicked us out. Closing Time! snarled the mean lady. A burly man in black with a shaved head and a lot of dive bar bouncer muscles appeared, and jingling his big ring of keys, herded me to the vestibule and pointed to the sign: Hours: 10 AM-330PM.
"But my friend is in the dressing room, trying on clothes!" I pleaded."Don't lock her in!" Or me out in the frigid wind, as B had the car keys.
"Wait here." He made me wait in the glassed foyer outside while he tried to roust B who was in take your time mode. She, and I, had no clue the shop would close so early.
Ugh. They did have nice, albeit dusty shouldered, evening gowns if you're a size 2 with a low rent affair to attend. c. 1980.
Nothing I'd want, no treasures, unless I'd bought the globe for my brother's collection. In, you know, desperation. But no. Nope, keys were firmly jammed into the grubby glass door. I studied the filthy non-slip linoleum dots floor, and read my emails. [Thanks, Kel!].
The next shop on our list was down the street about half a block. It too was closed--- and looking through the grimy window, that was a blessing.
By now B was fed up and she called all the other shops on our list. All had closed or were closing by 4 PM.
Somewhat desperately I suggested Home Goods and Marshall’s. We tried both but no. Chaotic yet boring.
We did an early margarita free dinner and somewhat sadly called it a fail.
Then Friday at the supermarket I get a text from B : Do I want free fabric? Seems she was in PA antiquing. I was so envious. PA has real antiques shops.
I chose the red velvets for projects like sewing emeries and pinkeep tomatoes or hearts. Velvet washes well. The bits will get a good bath in Woolite.
More pics from PA.
Also if you look closely at the stacks of fabrics, there are a few nice Christmas textiles, probably tablecloths. Perfect for etsy items---stockings, hearts, throw pillows, aprons, teddy bears! I'd be so inspired.
See, quilting friends, this is what happens when you don't actually use your lovely fabrics and hoard scraps instead. Homeless and Free at antiques shop!
Maybe sometime I can go too!?
Tiny daffs for my kitchen counter--- adorable 2.99.
My vintage McCoy pot. My dad used to bottle dig on old abandoned farms back in IL. Found a few of these sweet flower pots that I now use. I also had McCoy creamers he'd found, a kitty, and elephant, just darling and now $$. [victims of a destash, see how wrong things can turn out!].
gone to the beach...
here, an early morning in the beach fence lane. Stark almost black and white. Hard to imagine summer will be here soon.