If I Tweeted, which I don't do and probably will never do, you would have known that it was all over at 9:14 a.m. Saturday.
%$#& It's gone! Of course it's gone! What was I thinking?
"It" was old chenille bump (yards and yards of the really good kind in pale pink, soft yellow and cream). I saw it last year in Union Springs, on the Route 90 garage sale in upstate New York.
Of course I broke the cardinal rule of junkin: If you want it, buy it! Now! My trouble was and still is that I have this habit of debating my purchases too much. I didn't know how much I wanted that bump until it was too late.
But I didn't dwell on the loss because I expected it and because, bump or no bump, Saturday was a beautiful, blue-sky day, perfect for junkin'. So, I pressed on, reminding myself that the day had a promising start just outside of Cayuga, which is north of Union Springs. There, I purchased the first find of the day:
8:12 a.m. Large foil Easter egg, 50 cents. Is it yellow? Or gold? Who cares? Either way, I can't have too many of them.
Second find of the day, 8:22 a.m. Cinnamon doughnuts at the Cayuga Fire Department. I could have eaten a whole dozen but I stopped at two.
More finds in Cayuga: Pansy apron, 50 cents; another Santa for the collection, 25 cents; two silky beaded ornaments, 50 cents.
In Union Springs, the rest of the stop is good. Although I do have my first run-in with Michael Jackson.
And some mechanized Christmas mutants.
And a whole bunch of Bratz.
Luckily, things got much, much better.
9:52 a.m. Vintage patterns, 15 cents each; and children's songbook, $1.
Plus, seam binding and trim, 5 cents each; old holiday apron project, 10 cents; another BINGO game (somebody stop me!), 25 cents; magazines, 60 cents. The best purchase was the vintage, never-used first-aid kit. Everything is there, expect for the iodine, which makes me wonder what emergency called only for iodine.
10:28 a.m. Somewhere north of King Ferry, after passing yard after yard of NASCAR and/or baby clothes, I stop at the home of a sweet elderly couple. She was a crafter many years ago and shows me this Christmas thing that she made from from a furnace filter. I pass on that, but scoop up yards of vintage chenille bump in kelly green and perfectly tarnished tinsel trim, all for 30 cents. Karma (and chenille bump) comes to those who press on.
Between King Ferry and Locke: Pink chenille bump although it's not as nice as the green and two packages of vintage birthday candle holders, all for 50 cents.
It's around 2 p.m., in Locke, that I start feeling like this:
Completely overdone and a tad on fluffy side. I've reached the wall, the point where it becomes apparent that there's no reason to push forward.
So, I drop into a shop called The Red Herring, which is in the old grange hall.
And there on the stairs, I'm confronted with this:
Creeped out? Well, I was too, but then I was charmed by these clever combinations of junk. Aren't they cool? I think I want one and I know I shouldn't wait a year to go back and get one, should I?
So, to sum it all up, after this weekend, I am officially J-U-N-K-E-D O-U-T. Not to panic, however, because I'm sure I will recover in time for Bouckville or for the next really good estate sale, whichever comes first.