The missing wedding party

So today, I went back to the sale that Gail and I went to yesterday. My timing was good, everything went to half price the minute I walked in the front door. First thing I saw (missed it yesterday) was this gorgeous wedding party in a sandwich bag; bride, groom, maid of honor and 4 attendants. (Who has 4 attendants any more? The blushing bride must have been a Kennedy!)

I asked the cashier to put the bag aside for me while I filled a big-ass basket full of vintage floral prints, old French postcards and aprons. I was in such a tizzy that when I paid, I forgot about the wedding party! Came home, and while I was laying down, mentally re-capping my purchases, I realized what I had done. Heart pounding, I jumped back in the car. I didn't even care that it was 140 degrees outside or that gas costs $50. a gallon. Luckily, the estate sale guys had put it aside for me, bless their hearts.

My new boyfriend

Readers, this is the love of my life, Otto. Otto doesn't talk back, doesn't generate laundry and doesn't eat much. My only rule is that if he really wants to smoke that pipe, he has to do it outside. Tonight, we are going to watch "When Harry met Sally" and hold hands.

This weekend's haul

Yesterday, Gail & I found a sale in the neighborhood. No line, no stinky obnoxious dealers, great, cheap stuff and nice people running the sale.

Pictured here is some of my loot: a vintage cook book, vintage kid's story book, floral candy tin (one of several) vintage hat with blue flowers and ribbon bow, a piece of Akro slag glass with peacock and a vintage birthday girl (October).

And.....

an old Jack be Nimble print, a 1919 B&W group photo shot in Portland, another blue floral hat, a book of 20 vintage postcards from Monte Carlo (love that saturated color), 2 Mr. Peanut plastic serving spoons and a vintage green cooler (only the lid shows) just in time for 4th of July. YIPPEEE!

Concrete & Condoms

I have not been a good blogger lately like my friend Magpie Ethel . Between my real job, end of school, an exploding ovary and my mother's 80th birthday party, my blogging has fallen by the wayside. I am, however, planning on getting back up to speed this weekend. I have the house to myself for the first time in, well...forever; and I plan to sit here and post my junky little heart out. And I have an excellent excuse since it is 140 degrees outside and I am on my 5th glass of iced coffee.

On a recent outing I found 2 treasures worth noting:

On the left, the newest member of my concrete frog fan club. I have several, this one cost $2 which made me oh so happy. On the right is a little metal box which caught my eye with the fab vintage image of a peacock. On closer inspection, I thought it might be a pill box.









The outside reads: "Dean's Peacocks Reservoir Ends". Something about the word "Reservoir" makes me think something else might be going on here. Ever so carefully, I lift the lid to see the following:

Yes, boys and girls, what I found in a basket nestled among plastic key rings and jars of glitter were vintage condoms. Whoever was the original owner must not have been too lucky since there were 3 unused rubbers in the tin made for 3. Poor thing! P.S. I am SO listing these on eBay.

Finally!

Here in the great northwest, we have gone directly from winter to summer. Everyone is giddy with excitement since we haven't seen blue skies since I can't even begin to remember when. My daughter reminded me of Amelie the other day, finding shapes of countries and fuzzy creatures in the clouds. What do you see? A bunny? A map of Yugoslavia? A Monte Cristo sandwich?

We Love our Junk

This is what we call a carload of love. Gail (my estate sale partner in crime) and I get to as many sales as we can in order to fill up the back seat of her truck. This recent Friday was especially fruitful. See happy Gail holding up a vintage cake decorating book? The advertisement is from the back of a 1950's LOOK magazine. The photo shows two dapper golfing Republicans on the course taking a cigarette break. The line on the bottom reads "More doctors smoke camels than any other cigarette". Wow!