Three times a year, I road trip to PA for "extravaganza weekend". Due to the accursed day job, I can't hit the first extrav event (Kutztown—which I consider the best of them), so it's always a crapshoot. To make up for it, I drive up late Friday night. Gotta wait until rush-hour traffic dies down. So, you KNOW I'm raring to go early Saturday morning!
call me the crate queen this weekend
This time? Rain, rain, rain. The first 2 outdoor markets—the main attractions—I hit were, um, unattended by sellers. I waited an hour, but all the tents were closed or the tables were bare. Harumph. Time to drive out of town to a known location for some good junking. Even those weren't coughing up the good junk I need for a haul. I piddled, I wavered, I hesitated. I bought a handful. At this point, it's time to hit the antique malls.
Then, my friends, it became badass junking. I became that buyer that is running the staff at the malls ragged, running my stuff up front to THE PILE. I ran out of checks. My debit card now has skidmarks. I was on a mission.
I found loads of my go-to items, which always provides a head rush. This type tray with all the amazing price-related letters/words was astoundingly affordable. Can you see the words "and", "only", and "pair"? Love, love, love.
But my ab-fab purchase was this huge galvanized tub with added FEET! Wouldn't this be awesome for a backyard party filled with wine/beer? I snapped this photo in situ, intending to send it to my dealer friend to see if she wanted me to buy it for her when I realized HELLS YEAH buy it myself. D'oh.
A rainy day road trip turned out head-spinningly awesome for the last few hours (a blur), scoring 2 amazing hanging scales not pictured, as well as loads of other smalls. I retired to the motel, intending to hit the outdoor markets early, but upon waking decided I'd spent too much money already, so headed home. That is sooooo not me. But it's true. For once, I'd blown my budget.
P.S. The BVD pajama rack is a whole 'nother story….