Monday, November 19, 2012

Trash, I mean, treasure hunting...

Yeah, I'm alive. And desperately trying to get back into blogging. But since I usually have a baby that sleeping in my lap (Alli apparently thinks she is going to die if I put her down), that means I can't exactly bust out the glue gun or mod podge. What can you do though. She's our last baby, and especially after losing out on so much baby time with Ava and her long NICU stay, I'm soaking it up as much as I can. 

Last weekend, my friend Candace and I went to a show in Arlington TX. It's called The Junk Hippy Roadshow, and a bunch of vintage/thrift vendors were there with all of their goodies. 


Of course, there were a couple of things that I wished I had bought, like a gorgeous shade for a hanging lamp that would have looked perfect above my kitchen table. I did score a couple of things. One is a frame from a house that was built in 1897, one is a small wooden seal, and one is a giant dog. I think it's made of cardboard, it's lighter than it looks. Hubby likes how it is now, but after living with it for a week, I'm going to decoupage it with brown craft paper so it blends in with my decor. I bought it on sight, it made me smile and reminded me of my dachshund that we had to put down last year. Hubby said "Wow, look at all the trash, I mean, treasures you brought home." He always teases me about my "trash" hunts. :)


This past Saturday, hubby and I went to the Old Red Lumberyard Market in McKinney. It was a lot smaller than the Junk Hippy one, but it was fun to wander around. 


Doesn't hubby look thrilled to be there? 

I did find something I was excited about. I've been wanting some new letters for our kitchen. I saw a vendor that had an "e" and a "t", but no "a". So a bit bummed about that. Then later on, I was at another booth, and I see a lady ask about a bin that I hadn't seen before that had letters in it. The vendor pulls it out, and I see the lady dig through there. And I see an "a"! And I see the lady pull out the "a" and look at it for a minute. Well crap! After a few moments, I see her put it back. Which is when I swooped in a grabbed it. And for a whopping $18 total, I now have these.


I'm going to clean them up and paint them a pretty color, like a sky blue or something. I'll have to find a way to make them stand up, but I'm thrilled with them, especially for the price. 

Are you a "trash" hunter like I am? What's been your favorite find? 

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Twitch - Lynne said... [Reply to comment]

I'm slowly getting to the point where I can be crafty again, and can only hope to check out Old Red Lumberyard Market soon!

I nominated you for a Very Inspiring Blogger award. I found your blog a year or two ago from a tray giveaway you were doing, and I'm so glad I did! You inspire me to get back to my crafts. Thanks so much! http://www.fightingpcosnaturally.com/2012/11/very-inspiring-blogger-award.html

Ness said... [Reply to comment]

On another friend's blog, she cut out various sized stars from fondant, glittered and sealed them and strung them with prebaked soda straw holes on kitchen twine for a garland for her daughter's Christmas tree. She lost her 7 year old to drowning a few years ago. Hannah was all about glitter and sparkles, the more the better. I'm going to make those for 4th of July to honor my military son and hang the garland. I did the Chrismon wreath last year and ready to rehang it. My Christmas project this year is to make the word "believe" out of some medium for the tree. It is my word which is all over the house. Cancer people do weird things like that. I don't know if I will write the word out and then use wire to mould it over the written word or what. Suggestions welcome. And yes, MOST DEFINITELY HOLD THAT BABY. When I had my first someone gave me the quote.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.


~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

Lisa Montsion said... [Reply to comment]

Two great smiles. Right there.

lisa