I thought I had hit the motherlode last week when I shared my giant haul of treasures from my day of thrifting with the caterer. It turns out I was mistaken. This weeks haul was just as good, or better.
The dark brown thing in the back is a drop leaf table, laying on it's side. I was afraid to tip up right side up by myself with the particular style of legs on the table. We didn't even leave my street when we landed the white petite armoire. (Aah, it's a thing of beauty!) and I was thrilled to land another small tool box. These are going to be perfect for the admission table at the upcoming Tumbleweed Cotillion.
The wicker rocker is in amazingly good shape and it is so charming that I wanted to keep it. (but I couldn't find a spot for it anywhere!) I got a darling little William Shakespeare plate (I've gotta keep him, he's so charming, and he's black and cream colored!) The green plastic thing laying on it's side is actually a very cute fleur di lis wall sconce that someone decided to paint mint green (One question...Why?!) Needless to say, I will be revamping it to a glorious gold and black...
The deal of the day was the sweet vintage "Happy Anniversary" champagne glass. I am doing a table later this month (hopefully growing my cupcake business.)at the Bridal Expo and I am going with a vintage theme mostly. I'll be using my collection of cake toppers and this will add just the touch I need. It was a buck at the thrift Store and it was then half off! I also picked up some random pieces from a china set in my favorite Robin's egg blue and some adorable fish luncheon plates. (Picture tuna salad on a croissant on there with a little glass bowl of veggies and ranch dressing...)
Okay, so now for the silly little story. We're driving along, (the caterer is driving) chatting and gabbing about anything and everything and the caterer says to me, "Oh, Jennine lives over that way."
me: "Oh, really? What street?"
the caterer: "Doris."
me, (thinking it completely through for a moment): " Doris?! Oh, I don't think I could live on a street named Doris."
the caterer (Head snapping toward me with a double eye roll after realizing that I am, in fact, dead serious):"What?! You live on a street named Norman for God's sake!"
Then we both laughed so hard I was sure I was gonna have sore stomach muscles the next day.True story. Okay, if you don't think it's funny, then...maybe you had to be there.
We yard saled and chatted (non-stop) and thrifted from seven a.m. all the way until it was time for me to go to Junkees at noon to work my one-day-of-the-month shift. Saturdays are just so fun.
