I haven’t been out to yard sales for over a month.  I’m not sure why, but I just haven’t been in the mood and we’ve had other things going on.  This week, though, there was the Rt 30 yard sale in New Oxford, PA, so I set out with my mom, husband, Sean, Emily and the boys and we found some great stuff.  The best haul of the day was probably this antique wooden tool box…       I also bought a set of antique French pate knives for $10…       …two Sterling silver salt shakers for $5/each…     ..and a few other things.  I didn’t find any great furniture, which was a good thing, since we had a van full of people.  Emily had never been to yard sales before and she found a couple of cool things (some slate pieces from a roof and

Some people have their recliner or their rocker or their rolling desk chair.  It’s a spot where they spend a lot of time and they enjoy the time they spend sitting in it.  I have my painting chair.  I “saved” it out of my Opa’s attic (that’s German for grandfather, in case you didn’t know.)  I brought it home with plans to paint it and sell it.  While it was waiting its turn to be painted who-knows-what-color, I sat in it when I worked on other pieces of furniture.  I soon realized that this vintage, kid-sized desk chair was the perfect height.  This chair would never get a makeover.  Instead, it would become my hardworking painting chair.  It’s sturdy enough to stand on, it’s small enough to tuck under my workbench when not in use, it’s pretty comfortable and it really saves my back.    I pulled it out the other day to paint a

When I was shopping to get ready for the Lucketts Antique Market in May, I came across this jewelry scale. Now, if you’ve read my blog for even a little while, you may have picked up on my love of a few things…fans, typewriters, ironstone and scales.  I had never seen a jewelry scale, so I bought it. I was in a major buy-to-sell mode, so I put a tag on it (with a pretty outrageous price) and brought it with me to Lucketts.  Before the fair began, another vendor was over checking out MY scale.  Oh don’t you DARE buy MY scale.  I know it has a tag on it and I put it out there for sale, but I didn’t mean for anyone to BUY it!  Ha…well, she walked away to think about it and things started to get a little crazy with customers.  About midday, the scale was

…and what have you done with my husband? That was my thought when my husband called me at 7:30 am this morning.  (He is preaching this Sunday, so he went to the church super early to practice.) “Hello?”, I answered in a groggy voice letting him know I was sleeping soundly when the ring of the phone woke me up. “There are tons of great yard sales out here today.  I stopped at one and bought a set of router bits, two pipe clamps and eight locking casters for $32!!  You need to wake up and get the kids ready to go!” “Okay…just….give….me…a….minute.”  I hung up the phone.  Did I just dream that?  Was that perhaps some other husband meaning to call his wife and reached me instead?  Had I slipped through some wormhole while I was sleeping and was in a parallel reality where my husband has to wake ME