This is the basket that started it all!
So I really didn't spend 60.00 cuz he gave me this change that was left in this box
Check out that color. I remember my mom giving me these samples for dress up.
My husband found some treasures also
I love this Stetson box, how small it is.
I have been watching Craigs list for an easel, this is nice and small.
Orange sharpie price scrap
The Iphone was brimming with notes to remind me of things I am hunting. We had plans to attend an antique faire. My dear husband asked if I wanted to stop at garage sales along the way. I actually heard my breath catch. Yes! came bounding out, I don't even think it was proceeded with a though, just "yes!" The alarm was set for 6:30. Coffee in hand off we went. A few stops, a tripod for 3 bucks, nice. I needed a new one. A few more stops nothing. We are nearing our freeway on ramp and then......SALE it says. I point, my husband turns, and we lurk for the sale. There it is...long driveway nothing to see. A pile of crap and I do mean crap with a free sign propped on the old sofa. EWWW! We walk back. There are stacks of belongings covered with blue plastic tarps. No one in site, no garage sale set up???? My eye is caught by this fabulous basket, I have to have it. I will just leave money and take it, a 20 I think. We shout HELLO, a faint voice and a loud bark, oh I am staying on this side of the fence until the voice is louder and the bark is softer. A gentleman in his 70's approaches with a cocker romping at his side. He invites us in saying everything is for sale, he is making room for his daughter to move back in. Don't miss the art studio and the log cabin he says in a fading voice. Humm did he say log cabin??? In minutes I am bent over looking into boxes, my husband has wandered off. We had settled on 19.00 for the basket which was now at my side to hold treasures to behold. I was still on the front porch when my husband returns an says " wait till you see the log cabin." It was purchased from the local college at a fund raising auction. Let me just say,this guy was a collector of every thing. I fill my basket to full and then ask for a price. He says that he will write it on a piece of paper and give it to my husband, then I must guess the price. He pulls out an orange sharpie, yes a orange sharpie out of his pocket and takes what seems like forever to write the amount down. He hands the brown scrap of paper to my husband and tells me not to look. "now guess" he says." Knowing the basket is 19.00 I guess 60.00. He had written 35.00. He had forgot the basket and had not seen the easel. We left with him inviting my husband back for coffee. I want to go back and shop for more! and I will.