Recieving my sisters's hand-me-downs trained me for thrift stores and yard sales. To me, nothing is sweeter than purchasing worn down items for a cheaper price. So on saturday I went lawn hunting to see what I could find.
Even the shortest glance can reveal alot about you, my dear yard seller.
Such as, you like drinking in style:
Or you're into fine literature:
or maybe you're just trying to get rid of some furniture because you can't take it with you when you move to the city...
either way, It's good to know you're offering it up to me. Maybe you've grown past these objects-- but I'm just warming up to them.
*and by fact I mean I totally made it up.
5 comments:
funny that, just been talking yard sales with another yankee blogger. here in the UK we have car boot sales - where we all gather in a field somewhere, like some earnest pagan ritual to bargain hunting. i did one recently and sold stuff i really thought i wouldn't be able to give away. just goes to show - one man's junk, another man's treasure.
I just looooooooooooooove your blog. I check by everyday hoping for a new post writen in your witty style. Ummm, this is the part where I'm supposed to say something important and deep, but I'm in blonde mode right now. No offense to blondes.
Hello! This is my first stop here! :)
maxxo: car boot sale= flea market?
icelandican: thanks! equally flattered and pressured...
p.s. im a brunette so no offense taken
joel: welcome!
nope, a flea market is slightly different - it doesn't involve cars. i think the car boot sale must be special to us brits, i don't know if any other country does them.
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