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.
|instructions included! circa 1946|
|the lack of full ball set resulted in |
the killer price of $8
|it's like a b&b!|
|vintage ironing board = table or bar|
for those who believe reuse should take
no effort whatsoever
where the iron sat
|fancy staging, home-grown flowers and|
|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
|gorgeous spools = perfect candlesticks|
|vintage wooden shoe stretchers, $1|
E.S.V.'s valise, $4
three of my favorite things, $1/each