Juneau is a strange place to live for countless reasons. It's a small town that thinks it's a big town that thinks it's a small drinking town with a legislature/tourism/fishing problem. This is not a post where I will try to explain this crazy place to people who haven't spent much time here. One thing to remember about Juneau is that we are landlocked so things only come in by barge or plane and we have to pay way more for crappy furniture and other heavy items at the like, four retail home furnishing stores in town, weak-sauce. So what does a new homeowner with a budget do to fill her home with necessities and other attractive junk? GARAGE SALE ALL THE TIME OHMYGAH! I'm a morning person anyway so when spring arrives I have no problem waking up after a night of late-winter/early-spring drinking to grab coffee and creep on people's shit in the hopes of coming across.... *shhhhh* the good stuff *shhh*. Yeah, we're crazy just like everyone else. In the early part of the season I build PDFs of all the newspaper and Craigslist ads in order of starting time and location and then I send them to my crew via email to be viewed on iPhones but the designated co-captain. Come August we care waaaaaay less and we end up hitting the sales at 10ish in the hopes of coming across good remnants that have been looked over. This time of year we hope for a good estate sale followed by a handful of half-hearted stops at the sales geographically between us and a second cup of coffee.
Frost adorned the ground when I awoke on Saturday for what was probably the last g-sale of the season which was actually a community garage sale in our local convention center. It. Was. Madness. There really wasn't a lot of the *shhhhh* good stuff *shhh* but we none of us walked away with empty arms (we're crazy). I was most pleased with my little ceramic elephant which I plan to paint ______ and put on my newly ombre-d hallway table (to be revealed soon).
Whilst sanding her down
Primed! She's so cute!
There's just something you have to love about pachyderms! Is it their trunks? Or do you prefer their long, gorgeous lashes?
Do you have an un-natural obsession with garage sales?
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