The hunt

I am an addict. Yes, I admit it, I am a yard sale junkie. I, like many other of you closet yard salers, can't resist a good garage sale.  There's something about going through someone else's stuff. Or maybe it's the hunt, the hunt for a bargain. That's probably the case for me, I have serious issues buying anything at full price. BUT!! I find good stuff!! My mother and my sister-in-law, and possibly Jen would totally disagree with me and think I'm a total dolt, but hey, it's not for everyone.  BUT, it is for me.

Just look at those crackles!!

Who wouldn't want to go sledding in the 50's. Just look at this beauty!

Look!! At those tracks!  I would surely die if I had to go down a hill on that skinny thing!

$2.00.  Yep, that's all I paid for this beauty.  That is not a typo. $2.00. 

Thought this was super neato. It has the stickers still on it from the places it's been. 

Pretty worn, but it is from 1959.

Who doesn't love little medicine bottles?

 Not as cool as I had hoped, but still a cool weigh scale.

Bella, gamila, mooi, beau. There are many ways to say the word beautiful.  I have chosen my way to say it as "Shannon".  Shannon worked for me many, many years ago. Way back when she was a young teenage girl.  She has this extreme beauty about her.  No matter how gorgeous she is though, she always makes me feel like a million bucks when I'm with her. She's humble and gracious, she's kind and endearing, and she's an extremely gentle soul with an amazing voice, and such great hair (had to throw that in). Shannon, it was a pleasure to spend time with you. I hope you remember me when you're famous some day. You have grown from an awkward teenager working at KFC to a beautiful woman, and I am privileged to be able to call you my friend.