Oh my…I’ve been bitten by the bug. I’ve never had this affliction before, so this new-found excitement is all very new to me. Yes, I’m talking about the flea market/garage sale bug.
It all started with my “new” chairs that I found. Somehow, that find awoke something in me that I never knew was there. Now I’m a bit obsessed.
Yesterday I was shopping in a one of my favorite little stores (Bloom & Bee Swanky, for those of you in Central Texas), and was told about an estate sale that was going on just a few blocks away. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see.
You see, there was this man who recently died, and his items were being sold. But evidently, this man had spent an entire lifetime collecting things–ANY type of thing–and storing it in an old building downtown. I arrived at this old brick warehouse, and when I walked into the entrance, I was absolutely stunned. There before me was over 33,000 square feet of stuff–row after row of stuff. I mean, any kind of thing you could imagine–from yard rakes to furniture, from absolute junk to incredibly valuable antiques, and everything in between. And it all belonged to this man!!
Still excited about my recent chair purchase, I entered the building full of confidence that I would find some treasures, and indeed, I did. I bought two more chairs and a lamp.
After that experience, my obsession with other people’s junk only intensified. Today, driving home from taking my hubby to work, I came across two more estate/garage sales. Of course now that I’m on a roll, I had to stop. And again, more treasures were found. I purchased two fabulous little side tables.
I’ve now determined that I’m going to try to furnish my entire condo with second hand and handmade items (with the exception of my new built-in cabinets that I’m having made, and the fabric I’ll purchase to recover my “new” chairs). I am having an absolute blast. So do you want to see my new purchases?
As I carried my new purchases from my car to my front door, I strutted along with my head held high, proud as a peacock as I walked past my neighbors. Later I got to thinking…I’m sure they were thinking to themselves, “Wow, poor thing. This ecomonic crisis has really had a terrible effect on her. Look at the junk she’s having to settle for now.” Ha!