I have had a less than stellar tag sale season. So much so that I woke up this morning and realized I hadn't even gone on Craigslist or perused the local paper to start my list yet.
Then I remembered: tag sale-ing is not like lawyering. You've got to be zen. Let go, don't plan, see where the road takes you. Also, why did I forget that the best sales are in the neighboring farm communities where there's more than just a John Deere stashed in that enormous barn?
Seriously beautiful stuff, killer prices. I'm back in the game.
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| instructions included! circa 1946 |
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| the lack of full ball set resulted in the killer price of $8 |
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| it's like a b&b! |
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| vintage ironing board = table or bar for those who believe reuse should take no effort whatsoever $5  where the iron sat |
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| fancy staging, home-grown flowers and home-made tray |
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| full disclosure: my mom scored this awesome bobbin for me at Brimfield, and the ladder and bald workman with the hole in his head belong to my son |
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gorgeous spools = perfect candlesticks |
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| vintage wooden shoe stretchers, $1 |
E.S.V.'s valise, $4
three of my favorite things, $1/each
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