KK and I swooped from one end of Salem (the northwest end) to the other (the south end) on Friday. Almost all my loot came from one of the first two sales. And all of KK’s – the only thing she bought was a cute short linen jacket. I was not so restrained.
I started out in the downstairs bedroom with the table piled with various linens. I resisted the hand knit afghan, but I did pull a couple of things out of the pile. There was nothing to indicate prices on the linens, so I went in search of one of the worker bees. Two bucks, she said. I twitched the linen towel in my hand and asked, two dollars for this?
I probably sounded horrified. (Or maybe whiney, but I hope not.) Ohhhh, she said, small things like that are fifty cents. Much better, I said and mentioned that I like linen. She said she had noticed a number of linen items on that table. So back I went to dig some more.
And sure enough, there were things I had missed earlier. Like this linen tablecloth.
A large lovely piece of pure linen…complete with an actual laundry mark. Don’t see those every day!
Then I found my favorite piece – an embroidered crib spread of the Three Little Kittens.
Zoe took one look at it when I spread it out to photograph, and immediately did what any self-respecting dog would do with a kitten embroidery.
She flopped down on it and sniffed.
Those kittens are pretty darned pleased with their mittens.
And the girl kitten is extra happy – she has the piece of pie!
There were cat things everywhere in this house, which was located in a retirement community on a golf course. From linens to figurines to spoon rests to slippers to you name it, there was a cat version for sale. I resisted all but the linens. Almost.
This wooden doorstop forced its way into my hands and came home with me.
I think someone had fun painting that face.
In the living room on the fireplace mantel, I found a different collection – about half a dozen small colorful armadillos with bobbing heads.
I had to have him. I think it’s the hot pink ears.
He seems to be a reader, he couldn’t wait for me to open the book I picked up for fifty cents. So now I have two armadillos. I have no intention of buying any more, but then I wasn’t looking for these two!
For now, the new little guy is hanging out with what I’ve been calling my Funny Little People collection.