Just popping in, taking a break from my 24/7 obsession with MSNBC. I didn't mean to scare you. If I DID want to scare you, I'd show you the non-existent top of this doll's head. (Hint: lobotomy.) I've been super-busy at work, and—in my down time—hyper-focused on the impending election.
I did take time from my screaming-at-the-tv schedule to hit up the Big Flea yesterday. Snissy had alerted me to a massive lot of gigantic laundry pins she'd seen Saturday and regretted not buying. We decided to go in on it together, so I'm now the proud owner of (temporarily) 147 of these bad boys. Yes, 147. Apparently, my "what if I buy them all" propensity has been ratcheted up a tad. Coming soon to an etsy shop near you....
I also couldn't resist 29 heavy metal red letters, allegedly from a school athletic department. Letters generally fly out of my booth, so I was super-stoked that these were super-inexpensive.
I didn't buy as much as I'd expected or hoped—the last show of the year skews a bit more "holiday gift-y" than I prefer, but I sure had fun hanging with my dealer peeps. Most fun, this time, was my boy Justin. He has awesome junky junk, and is especially drawn to the same metal salvage/farm implement stuff that I love. He also self-identifies as "very cheap."
He regaled me with a hilarious story about a recent farm auction where he kept getting outbid by the same dude. After each purchase, the dude would whip out a can of spray paint and mark the piece with a big X. Justin couldn't figure out WTH was going on, so finally asked. Turns out he was only buying for salvage metal. Incredulous, I commented, "You know you're too cheap when you're outbid by a salvage guy!" But, meh. We all have our quirks.