Since I opted not to have chemo, I still have hair....so decided I really needed a cut. Harrold, my hairdresser, is in Salem, and on the way home from there, I saw this big garage sale sign on the highway that pointed back towards some farms and country properties. Needless to say, I pulled over, turned around and went back.
The first sale was OK...found a few books and a few things I could use in art. As I was paying for those items, they mentioned that their neighbor was also having a sale, but that it was "mostly antiques". I almost didn't bother to go, envisioning a garage full of furniture (which we don't need) and high-priced items.
Ah, but no....this was a "pickers" dream come true. Fran (yes, we were quickly on a first-name basis) was closing down the family farm since the death of her father and husband. Her dad had bought the place 60 years ago, and you know what that means....lots of old rusty stuff and wood. And Fran herself was a bit of a packrat who loved collecting weird things, interesting decorative wood pieces, frames and more.
In fact, Fran is a tuffet maker!! Now how weird is that? Did you know that the word tuffet is not used anywhere in literature except in the nursery rhyme (and references to it)? And I had just read that the day before I met Fran. So she collects wonderful old legs, fabrics, and buttons to make her tuffets.
The minute Fran saw me digging through a box of weird wood things, she said, "OH, is that what you're looking for? Then come with me..." And off we went to the assemblage artist's dreamland of wooden stuff. I started picking up things, and she was saying, "Oh, 50 cents for that....a quarter for that." and I thought "oh, yes....."
And here's what I got....and she charged me a total of $40! Not bad...and you can't even see all the little things that are in there. I'm already busy taking things apart and figuring out what I am going to do with them.
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