My adventures in junking have taken me near and far lately. And I have to say that near has been much better than far.
For instance, my only finds on the Route 34B Sale a few weeks ago were a free cake plate and a nativity donkey. Or maybe it's a jackass. Because that was how I felt after driving so far for so little.
I stuck much little closer to home the next day, driving one county north to a mostly rural area. I was rewarded at a sale at a house where nothing was ever thrown away. In fact, the company hosting the sale was on its second Dumpster by the time I had arrived for what was left at half price.
My favorite find?
A houseful of Renwal dollhouse furniture, which was beyong cheap. And very cute.
Not sure what is cuter, however. The radio? The clock?
The lamp? Or the tiny alarm clock?
Mr. VS pointed out a bunch of baskets, which is usually something that I don't get too excited about. But one caught my eye, especially when I opened it up and peeked at the label. It's a 1950ish handbag that's in need of a little refurbishing but quite salvageable.
Some camp-inspired Native American frames. They're made of wood pulp and are unmarked, but are likely Syroco.
A cute Fisher-Price pull toy that would be adorable at Easter. I can see the little white plastic basket filled with Easter grass and foil-wrapped chocolate eggs.
A sweet sampler that is a bit heavy on the masking tape residue. Any suggestions for how to remove that?
And, yes, there was Christmas.
A vintage nativity set -- minus one king. Ironically, I had repaired Tracheotomy Mary earlier that day.
Some lovely painted ornaments, including one that had a snowman inside of it.
The best sale, however, I saved for last. And that was very near. Last weekend I was a vendor at a sale billed as the City Market. It was held in a trendy spot in downtown Syracuse.
I took these photos at the end of the day, and, yes, I know, the booth looks a bit picked over. But that was a good thing because I was busy all day and I made enough money to make up for that really bad garage sale a year go.
In fact, I think I might do it again.