The Great RVA Yard Sale

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Yesterday, two of my best buddies and I went to the so-called Great RVA Yard Sale.  Holy smokes – what an affair it was, too.  It was a yard sale of epic proportions.  Held at the Richmond Times-Dispatch’s production center just north of town, The Redhead and I were going to rendezvous with The Blonde at the site.  The Blonde got there first and called to let me know to be prepared to park miles (well, maybe not miles exactly – but a loooong ways) from the place.  As we turned into the road, we entered major gridlock.  Luckily, Blondie was up ahead, saw a lady who was getting ready to leave, and was able to hold us a parking space until I could maneuver through the mob to snag it.  I took this as a good sign – it was going to be a good afternoon.

I had gone through all the ads, circled booths of potential interest, and decided where I wanted to start.  It was mobbed.  We finally got to Row F, my chosen beginning point, and almost immediately, we became separated.  That’s ok, we all shop at our own pace, and we are all looking for different things.  Every now and again, I would cross Blondie’s trail, we would compare notes, and move on.  I never saw Red again (despite her new neon carrot-top color) until the final row.

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As you may expect, you could get almost anything you ever wanted (and plenty you never would).  There were diapers, cleaning supplies, and Redskins stuff mixed in with the collectibles and assorted old junk.

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I had a spiffing good time (as Bertie Wooster would say), eventually scoring some vintage ornaments and other goodies as I made my way among the aisles.  It was loads of fun, though a trifle on the warm side on the asphalt parking lot.  I’m pretty excited about some of the treasures that I found to bring to Atlanta in October for the Country Living Fair.

Here is a peek at some of the ornies that I scored.

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I was really glad that I had thrown my folding wagon in the car at the last moment.  It came in very handy.  It was full to the brim by the time we left.

They are going to do it again in the Spring.  Goody.  I love one-stop shopping.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Abandoned

Five years ago, I met this little girl for the first time.DSC_0010.JPGAbandoned.

Such a sad, frightened face.

She had been picked up as a stray in southwest Virginia.  Luckily, she was taken by a kind soul to a veterinarian who spayed her and generally checked out her health.  Because of the dedication of a network of rescue folks, she made her way in a few weeks to a small rescue group that mostly handles terriers in Virginia’s Northern Neck.  I saw her on Petfinder when I was searching for a dog.

I took a leap and adopted her on March 5, 2009.

I named her Emma P. Buttercup.

She is something I have been thankful for every day since.

She had some issues, I’m pretty sure she was abused, but five years later, she’s a different girl than the sad one you see above.  She is my shadow.


Here’s how she looks today.  See her smiling?

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I love my dog.

Abandoned no more.

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A Trip to The Big Flea…and a little rambling, too

DSC_0311 - Version 2This past Saturday, my 2 antiquing girlfriends and I hopped in the car for the jaunt up I-95 to the Fredericksburg Big Flea.  The Expo Building itself is waaaaaay back inside the most twisty and turny mass of shopping development you have ever seen but at least it is right off the highway so you really can’t get lost getting there.  And if you are feeling hungry there must be 50 chain restaurants to stop at in about a quarter-mile area.  Not my cup of tea at all.  But that’s beside the point.

We did this show last year and had a lovely time so we had been looking forward to what this year would bring.  It was a beautifully warm day and after the past weeks of extreme cold I must have been feeling pretty giddy to get out because I never ever thought to take any pictures of the show for you.  What an eejit.

I will say that I think the name of the show is a bit misleading.  I tend of think of flea markets as bargain-land but not so, at least not here.  Still we had a good time.

Immediately upon entering the show, we went right and there was a booth with gorgeous antiques.  With crazy high prices.  He did, however, have the most beautiful Venetian mirror I think I have ever seen.  It was drop-dead gorgeous; a little distressed (but only slightly) and that, of course, makes it so much more appealing to me.  No price tag visible.  Never a good sign.

The dealer apparently saw me gawping and came up to me.  He explained that it was a Venetian mirror (yes, I figured that) and that if one were to insure it, the replacement value would be around $15,000.  Ok, no surprise there.  So what are you asking for it, I say.  He’s willing to let it go for $3500 which is what he says he paid for it at an auction plus the buyer’s premium.  A fire sale.

Honestly, that was probably a fair price. If I thought I was in any danger of winning the lottery that baby would have been in the back of my car in about 15 seconds.  I’m still pining for it.

So, we start working our way around the show – it is quite large – and quickly get separated.  It’s crowded and we tend to go at different paces anyway, each of us has different things that appeal to us.  I got sidetracked by a cool small Victorian metal sculpture of an animal (a dog? wolf?) but the dealer’s best price is not quite good enough to make me get my wallet out.

I’m not seeing much in the way of Christmas yet either so I keep going.  Finally, I spy a couple of tiny trees in the bottom of a box.  The dealer gave me a nice price on them.  Now we’re cooking.

Two tiny little trees

Two tiny little trees

But as it turns out it was quite a long time later before I made any more purchases.  What I saw in the way of Christmas was way more expensive than I can afford to pay.  And I mean, WAY more.

There was a booth with a gazillion of old ornament boxes all filled with goodies plus other treasures as well.  I got all excited.  But even after offering to make a bulk purchase (like a couple of hundred bucks worth), she was not able to offer a discount that I felt would work for me.  Sadly, I had to pass it all by.

And that continued to be the story until I found this charming fellow.

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A snowman in need of some love

Yes, he is pretty distressed and he has a hole in his shoulder but I know I can still do something wonderful with him.  He was just too adorable to pass by.  Who could resist that expression?

Eventually, I came to another booth with quite a bit of ornaments but again they were out of my reach.  She did, however, have a nice selection of the jumbo Poland ornaments and they always make me stop in my tracks.  Fortunately for me, we were able to come to an agreement and I purchased a nice selection of large balls – both Polish and German.  These were by no means the bargain of a lifetime but I think they ended up being a pretty fair price for what they are.

DSC_0315 - Version 2Here’s a picture so you can see the scale of these large ornaments.  They are bigger than my hand.  I adore the large teardops like this one.

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A few more.IMG_1271 - Version 2Four beauties.

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IMG_1276 - Version 2I also got these three West German ornaments from the same lady.  These are highly collectible and I am looking forward showing them off in something I make.  The gold foil angels float around in their little world inside the glass.

IMG_1282 - Version 2The sticker on the back should place it in the time frame between 1949 and 1990.  I’m guessing these are probably in the latter portion of that period.

IMG_1278 - Version 2I love German candy containers like this.  I have wonderful childhood memories of getting the spring-themed ones in my Easter basket.

This lady, who was as nice as can be, also had some cool pieces that she had made using pieces from old glass garlands.  I bought several of them from her thinking that they would look awesome on a wreath.

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At the end of the day, we were pretty pooped from walking for hours on a concrete floor but we each had scored some things that we were quite happy with.  We had bumped into folks we knew and had a perfectly pleasant time.

I’m taking a bit of a left turn now but did you all get caught up on Downton Abbey last night?  I’m going to assume that if you are following this blog we probably have some things in common and Downton is likely one of them.

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The preview for next’s week’s episode freaked me out.  Honestly, I woke up this morning worrying about the Dowager Countess!  Did you see that?!?!?!  If they kill Maggie Smith off, Julian Fellowes better start watching his back cuz someone is likely to put a fatwa on him. And what about poor Edith?  Can’t she ever catch a break?  Poor thing.  I hate to think that her man fooled her (and me) and is going to turn out to be a charlatan of the first order.  Geez.

What do you think?

IMG_1286 - Version 2I think this sweet fellow cheers me up on a gloomy Monday.  And I like that.