I get in to trouble in the summer when I have cash in my wallet and flourescent posterboard signs beckon from curbs. Old stuff is my weakness.
Today I was on the way to the bank, and . . . . oh my gosh! . . . the gas station. . . I never actually made it to the gas station . . . when I yielded to a day-glo orange sign on the side of the road that said "Estate Sale." I really didn't get into too much trouble this time, considering the deal I got on all of this awesomeness.
I'm already pretty smitten with this paint-by-number. It's hanging in my studio right now, and I'm keeping 2 of the six mugs for sure. They'll probably all end up in an arrangement in my kitchen together.
After the home-owners totaled up my cache and I didn't break out in hives, I added this big guy
I'm offering it at a very reasonable price this Saturday at the Madison Road Artisan Market along with most of these other vintage finds. Come get your junk fix and help me fill up the car with $4.25-per-gallon gas!