Yesterday I made a quick roadtrip down to Newport News, VA to visit with Cheryl (no blog). Naturally, we got in some good junking. We hit a few stores where I got some smalls, and as we were walking down the street, a woman popped out of a restaurant and asked if we were antiquing. "Well, there's a yard sale around the corner you might want to check out." She mumbled something about silver trays for 50¢. Well, you don't need to tell US twice.
As we neared, we could see that it was quite a strange set-up. Apparently, it was the back of an antique store that had closed 5 years ago. It was kind of set up like cages. There were a TON of wood/glass display cases (all marked sold—because they were a mere $50). I couldn't even bear to look at what the prices on all the architectural salvage (columns, awesome windows, corbels) were—all sold, of course. Suffice it to say that there were tables for $2, chairs for $1.... I'll wait until you recover. Now, to be fair, most of it was slightly damaged or dirty, but still....
I quickly started making a pile of my smalls, and the ringleader shuttled my prizes up to the front for my trademarked VRS pile. It kept growing and growing, and he finally said, "I should warn you, missy, that you're already at $14." I almost busted a gut, but had to keep my game face on. I got out of there with a half-carload for $19! Cheryl has offered to be my witness before a jury of my peers if you don't believe me.
Bonus: Cheryl sold me some globes and cameras!
P.S. After seeing Cheryl's comment, I've re-written the headline. It's too appropriate!