perfectly lovely loot
It was a beautiful weekend & I set out to see what trouble I could get into.
First stop—-a very atypical garage sale. A burnt-out hippie selling a most unusual assortment of paintings & various odds & ends. I was particularly interested in one square, mod unframed canvas oil painting. Our conversation went something like this….
“Good morning-I noticed that there are no prices on any of the paintings.”
“I know,” he said. “Because lady, this is an upscale garage sale.”
” Oh I see. Well, I am interested in the very upscale mod square canvas.”
“The framed painting next to that one —- I will sell you that one for $350.”
“Cool!” I responded, “But..I am interested in the square mod painting. Thoughts?”
“The Victorian painting is a real doozy—-it’s a steal at $250.”
“It is a real doozy—-an upscale doozy. But hey! Let’s talk about your best price on this square mod canvas.”
“I have not had time to look that up on the internet,” he said.
“Oh?”
“In fact, I have never had a garage sale and I realize I am not prepared to sell anything yet.—-Think I better go inside and do a little research on prices.”
Aaaaaand, scene. That mod oil painting just was not meant to be.
I met some very interesting people at a local flea market to raise money for the veteran hall. A hair stylist gave me her card & a $10 coupon—-allegedly for the haircut of a lifetime—-and it just so happens I am ready for the haircut of a lifetime—-sweet!
For a very long time now I have been interested in baking & selling some of my favorite & most treasured family cookie recipes. I have my grandmother Gussie & mother Helene to thank for that. In New Jersey, as in most states, you must use a certified commercial kitchen. Some very lovely people selling their wares at the flea market told me to speak to Joe—-just over there—-who just happened to be cooking up some perfectly lovely hotdogs—(no longer in my dietary repertoire as it would seem that all things salt are the devil incarnate). Getting back to the whole point to this story… how fortuitous to find out that the veteran hall has its very own certified commercial kitchen—-hmmm. Crazy or… kismet? This story may take some time to unfold. Stay tuned.
My flea market journey led me to find all things that contain other things—-very profound. Here are some pics of my weekend loot:
Mustard-amber vase with a nifty scalloped border. Potential schtuffing: a big bunch of daisies.
Turquoise-green planter for my vanity. Potential schtuffing: loads of makeup.
Daisy creamer. Potential schtuffing: green tea bags (my favorite). 
Gold sparkly clutch! Who doesn’t need a gold sparkly clutch? Potential schtuffing: pretty vintage hankies.
Happy hunting!
-Marcia
