Flea market finds, tantrums and things that go
Being nearly 9 months pregnant DID NOT stop me from buying this beautiful cabinet when I spotted it at a garage sale on Friday.
Thankfully Dave was able to move it mostly by himself. But oy! the belly is a hindrance to junking. :-)
It's a bit of a wreck right now, and sitting in my (getting messier every day) garage until after this baby is born so I can do something about it.
It just had that lovely, old, shabby, perfect glow that said take me home. It has doors for that top section too...
Which have the same panels as the bottom doors, complete with roses!
Shut the front door. Those roses sold me. The more I look at it, the more I see to love though. The hardware is beautiful. The imperfections are beautiful.
We went to the flea yesterday and I have to confess I am starting to worry. I have been going to that flea since high school and I never remember it being as DEAD as it was yesterday. I think only 40% of the vendor spaces were full. We were nearly back to the car when I spotted this quilt top covering a table.
Those of you who have been hanging out here awhile know that I am not afraid to ask people to sell things they thought they were using for something practical. (Boxes holding tools, quilts being used as tablecloths.)
It looks bizarre here because it started to POUR down rain when I had it on the laundry line so I had to dry it in the (messy) garage over a ladder.
Just the day before I oogling a similar flowery quilt on Sarah's Summer House on HGTV.
Now I am pondering a way to display more than one in the living at a time.
I also picked up a big bundle of vintage fabric that was marked "curtains". It turned out to be a set of curtains and a TON of this wonderful fabric in the form of a twin sized dust ruffle.
It's perfectly minty green and going up in Sam's room as soon as I remember to pick up a different curtain rod. (It looks washed out because of said rain.)
From the time Jack was about 18 months old he LOVED riding his "vroom vroom". He would ride that thing all around our house for house a day.
I kept it after it he had outgrown it because it is full of my sweetest toddler memories of him.
During the worst bits of my infertility journey that little old scooter was a beacon of hope to me. It was the one thing I would never, ever part with, no matter how dark those days were, or how hard it was to look at baby stuff.
And there it sat for many years.
This week I have FINALLY managed to teach Sam how to use it. She doesn't want to ride it all day like Jack did, but oh man, does it make my heart so happy to see another little body riding that scooter around our house.
And about Sam. Ugh. She has decided she is in a difficult period. No sleeping (18 month sleep disturbance anyone?) without plenty of crying and screaming and carrying on.
Rolling on the floor screaming and carrying on tantrums.
I have a feeling life is about to be VERY interesting for a few months. LOL