I had a nice surprise visit from my friend Mary Randolph Carter the other day.
I met Carter back in 1994 when her first JUNK book, American JUNK was published.
I had just moved up to the country, and was obsessed with yard sales, flea markets, and auctions. Within a year I was a full-fledged junk dealer myself, and Carter was one of my best customers, using a lot of my finds in her subsequent junk books Kitchen Junk, Garden Junk, and Big City Junk. (click these links to buy her fabulous books!)
In this next pic a small film crew joins us at one of my colossal barn sales --to shoot a pilot for a tv series. (These were the olden days, before blogs and websites...)
Do I miss all that chipped Pyrex & McCoy? Nah, not really...
And even though I've come a long way since my Fred Sanford days, I still manage to have a barn full of junk. In addition to the boyscout shirt she nabbed in the shop, Carter also went home with a pansy paint-by number, some toy garden tools, vintage wallpaper border, shell-encrusted salt and peppers, plaster Indian head, sailboat/shell ashtray, felt owl string holder, and home-made patchwork mushrooms (who could live without them?)
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2 comments:
Hey! :)
Your stuff looks awesome! I love antiques. They are a window to our past. The same goes for vintage clothing, which is a wearable antique. ;)
I found you by clicking on my own interests. It appears we both like recycling. It appears we both like more than that. Very cool. ;)
Where is your store?
It's nice to meet you.
Take care. :)
Shelly
Was that one of MY Boy Scouts shirts? That hung on a clothesline at The Lure one night along with my underwear?
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