Now it;s been 3 weeks since any real treasures, every weekend hitting the parades of Garage sales, finding nothing. In a day, 2 or 3 dozen sales, a couple of pairs of sunglasses, a book, 128 copies of "50 Shades of Grey", 98 copies of "50 Shades Darker", 102 copies of "50 Shades Freed", all of which should be, would be terrific conversation starters with the voluble hostesses, but I can't bring myself to address such commonplace tastes and deviance, it's the fashion now, after all...
...Until you find the riding crop, which paired with the books suggests ...
...only $2.00, can't have enough of these, begin the conversation..."Are you a horsey person? What happened to your pony? Do you have any other riding equipment...", or, the oversharing "I have a saddle...".
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SO three weeks and I was due to hit..an early start, St. Edmunds, I'm late, they started early, but I still get a pair of shoes for a twonie and an antique drafting table...
This is a perfect project, clean the terrible paint off the base (when was that shade of brown ever fashionable?), wax the cast iron, maybe paint the wheels a fire-engine red. Swap out the pine tabletop for an old piece of oak and Voila! a fine new desk...
From here to another, rummage sale in my hood, it's bad, a few stops along the way, I pass this sign:
Hippies, of course, but the fine taste in car betrays a modest assemblage of crap, still, a rusty geology pick for a dollar and a pack of tarot cards. Ask the hippies if their moving to Nelson (the hammocks all over the back yard, are they renting the house or the yard I wonder?), they think about it, seems like a great idea, hadn't crossed their mind...
Leave them, there's other sales, find an antique key for another $2.00 (a couple hundred years old at least), can't leave that, some other trifles, then home to unload the car...
From here, the drafting table the big find, I set out again...and discover that Kensington is having it's neighborhood sale, and I missed it, a shame, it's over now, mostly just kids stuff left, still a nice walk through the neighborhood and I turn up some mouthpieces for trumpets/trombones...
There will be something to be done with these...
And that's it! Not a bad day, although after the table the treasures were walking away from Kensington while I checked the wrong sales in my hood, a bad call, but they weren't advertised and so it goes...