Friday, Gail and I headed out for some serious junking. It has been a long, wet winter here and the pickings have been slim. Also, Gail just had a birthday, so it was going to be a day of junk and cackling and celebration. We decided to drive out of Portland towards St. Helens (the town, not the mountain). But we never got there. In the tiny, one-traffic-light-town of Scappoose, we saw this:
Girls, are there 3 words in the English language more beautiful than "FINAL BARN SALE"? I think not. Inside, we saw piles of Melmac....
The Lamp of Joy...
A $1 table...and so much more.
Note to self: You don't need any more resin grapes, no matter how splendid the colors may be.
The day ended with Mexican food and Coronas. Oh! And unloading all of our stuff in the pouring down rain. Perfect.
Posts to follow:
Act 2: The big stuff I loaded into the Dodge mini van.
Act 3: The small stuff I loaded into the Dodge mini van.