Although last weekend was hectic, leaving no decent time for exploring the wilds of antique malls or my usual local flea market, I did manage to enjoy the rewards of someone else’s clever purchases and subsequent bright ideas for putting treasure to good use … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: June 2011
Can’t tell you how many folks over the years have suggested that we attend The World’s Longest Yardsale (654 miles!), begun in Tennessee in 1987, and since held annually. Over the years, the sale has expanded into parts of Georgia, Ohio, Alabama and Michigan. It always begins on the first Thursday in August, so this year it runs Aug. 4-7.
Until today, I’ve refused to learn more about it because I knew I didn’t have that week available to pursue the dream (I’m not fond of torturing myself). Continue reading
I don’t know how it happened, but, amazingly, I was able to roust Tracy, her son and my daughter for the 5:30 am roadtrip to Wentzville’s flea market. Of course, the two youngsters found some nifty apartment decor and of course, we spoiled them by picking up the tab so they’ll join us again sometime (RulesoftheFleaHunt #347: The more converts, the less complaints). Continue reading
After many months, finally reunited with Sarah from Seattle, my longlost-antiquer-fleabitten-pal. We chased down deals at the Antique Mall of Creve Coeur and South County Antique Mall, both in the St. Louis area. Full disclosure: I maintain (using this word loosely!) a booth at the CCMall, but … idiocy disclosure … for all the pics I snapped, I didn’t take one photo of my own shtuff to show you. #FAIL. Continue reading
The second half of my daylong adventure with Sarah was spent at South County Antique Mall. Below is a slide show of our favorite things … some of these treasures found their way into the car. While orange was the dominant color earlier in the day, we found other hues to admire here in random vignettes.
Luckily, I had not one but two companions for the early morning trek to Wentzville’s Flea Market. It looked like a storm might ruin our quest for treasure (dark clouds definitely killed our hopes for a beautiful sunrise) but, miraculously, the system moved onward without so much as a raindrop.
The biggest thrill of the day was talking with Backwater “Hobo” Jack, a Litchfield, Ill., folksinger with a new claim to fame. Nearly 80 years old, he was featured on a segment of American Pickers last season, wherein he sold some old motorcycle parts for big bucks. He told us he lives without electricity … but hey, he’s got his music. Continue reading