FOR THE LOVE OF JUNK

SOME WOMEN DREAM OF BEAUTIFUL HOMES AND PERFECTION. SOME DREAM OF THE DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH, OUTCAST ITEMS, THE TATTERED, THE CRAZED, THE RUSTED AND SOMETIMES DISCARDED TREASURES. IM A MEMBER OF THE SECOND GROUP. I'M A JUNKER FOR LIFE!



Monday, May 2, 2011

I love to play

I just experienced the most amazing weekend of shopping. I found so many treasures for very affordable prices. We came home with a truck full of goodies, no furniture, just little treasures. I'm posting early for White Wednesday and I hope I get a lot of visits from you guys. I decided to dress the girl. I found the bustier for 2.00 many years ago and of course she gets to keep the pretty hat. 



           Two of the newer pillows that I added to my family room decor.
  
                
                                                                   Weekend finds.
Ironstone and kitchen utensils I found this weekend too. The utensils are marked 1923.
I got a red lid for the Tom's jar, just added the clear to match my decor. That is my 4th full jar of white buttons. This are more common buttons.

I found this beautiful basket at crafters corner in Copperas Cove.  The victorian umbrella I found in Roundtop.

I was taking pictures and Juju decided he wanted to model for me. I could not get him off the couch so I decided to go ahead since he matches the stuff so much.

I really got the best dog in the world. He has gotten so good at his potty training. He is a mess with his toys. It is like having a two year old messing up your house.

                                    Another cute bear for my collection and more trinkets from my buys.





                                  Can a woman ever have too much bling? I don't think so.

Last for today, my ironstone pitcher. It is huge, no chips or damage, 10.00 bucks, SCORE!
I just finished creating a " bear hotel ". You will understand when I show you in my next post. It is amazing how much you get done when the phone doesn't ring all day. i can really use more days like today. Blessings, Marta.