While in Tennessee for our family reunion, I went flea marketing and junkin’ with PAM and HBD. Painter Artist Mom and Handy Builder Dad went out early to peruse a nearby flea market. I stayed back at the hotel to write my Sunday post to be published the following day.
By 10:30 or so, I asked if they could swing by and get me so I could join them. Have you ever been itchin’ to look at other people’s junk? I know. Sick, isn’t it?
Since HH and I were on the motorcycle, I could only purchase what would fit in PAM’s and HBD’s car. Drats!
Lunch hunger drug us away before too long, so we made our way downtown to a small-town coffee shop. Except for one thing. It wasn’t so small-town. It was hip! I made my way around the room snapping pictures of signs.
Gee, if only we had more places to hang old cabinet doors. We’d paint them with all sorts of fun quotes.
Yikes! This one strikes a nerve just a little. (Sorry for the i-phone blur. Although, it’s not the phone. It’s the “i”, as in “me” – wink.)
If the in-law that once said I get rid of everything could see me now, eh? (Dish stash post coming soon, I promise!)
Please bring coffee early…before we insult!
Can you relate?
My personal fave.
Has anyone seen my crown? I seem to have misplaced it.
PAM and I agreed that we like the message on this painting. So true…
After lunch, we visited a couple of local antique shops. I really like these sconces and wish I’d thought to mount our master bedroom sconce onto a weathered board like this. Truthfully, these don’t fit our bedroom style exactly, but I do think they’re a wonderful solution to hanging a wired light onto a wall.
THIS nearly came home. It’s a dried African vine.
Can you imagine this running down a dining table with each indention holding a tea light?
In the end, I decided it was too long to fit into my parents’ car. Drats again!
This corner garden is fun. I’ve used broken dishes in the garden but never collected them all in one space. Do you like that idea?
Over our weekend, whenever my cousin appeared, there she was with her bag. I call it the “Very Bradley” bag. She made it and did such a nice job, too. (Such neat lining detailing!) Her maiden name is Bradley, so it must be the Very Bradley! Right?
My grandmother Bradley taught her to sew, as with all we Bradley grand-girls – ten of us!
While “reunion-ing” at her home, my Very Bradley cousin demonstrated her quilting machine in her sewing studio. Oh, my!
It’s a good thing I’m not into quilting, right HH?
Well, I guess most of this wasn’t junk, after all. Maybe I’ll show you the junk later. (It’s the stuff I brought home. Ha!)
Do you like flea markets? What about signs…are you a sign fan?