I have many weaknesses in my life, but one in particular stands out this time of year. It's not the cash, but what I do with it--I hit the yard sales. Hard. Just about every weekend. The thrill of finding a unique item at a rock bottom price is just more than I can resist. So I embrace my obsession and make a mad dash to any and every sale I find.
I don't have to go far before I start spotting the signs. The end of Summer brings a last ditch hurrah of sales, and on any given weekend the signs pop up everywhere. I can barely leave my driveway before I'm faced with agonizing decisions like the one above........which way do I choose??!!! Hmm. I'll fallow the flower sign.
Sometimes following signs can lead me on a goose chase, which is how I ended up here. The sign said "Huge Sale Saturday" and I got so excited, I was five miles down the gravel road before I realized it was Friday. Oh well, at least I got to cross this old bridge. I thought it was neat...as the dust swirled over it from my rapidly retreating car.
You never know what you'll find once you actually get to a sale. You just have to go and see for yourself. Some sales are inside a neatly organized garage, with items clearly marked and sparkling clean.
And then there are sales like this. They just use what they have (like a boulder) to display what they've got (holiday decorations and old shoes). It's easy to turn your nose up at something like this, but I like to dig a little deeper. Some of my best antique finds were covered in grime and priced 50 cents!
I love yard sales, because where else can you find a KitchenAid mixer displayed next to a plastic coffee can planted with Hens & Chicks....alongside a hammer...and a BBQ grill...and a birdhouse?
And I couldn't resist a photo of these...they're giraffe legs! Yes, they're real. I found them at a sale in an old barn. Don't get upset, I left them there for someone else to buy.
My car was full, anyway. I couldn't have fit them in. When my trunk starts to look like this, I know it's time to head towards home...
...and unload my treasures. Unloading is actually part of the fun. I get to rediscover and admire my finds as they emerge from the jumble in my trunk. I do a lot of oohing and aahing during this process. My husband does a lot of eye-rolling. He loves me. He really does.
Even when I hand the camera to my son and jump in the feed trough I bought out of a fellow's garden, with my vintage mannequin that I scored from a lady who said "Her name is Dolly, would you please call her that?" I can't explain everything. All I know is that it was definitely time for a shower and a nap!