Flea Market Sneak Peek!

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Here's a mini sneak peek of my load of 'junque' I'm taking to the Vintage Gathering Flea Market this Saturday.

These are soda fountain stools from the 1930's that I found. I really, really like them!

Some fun wrought iron fixtures...

Told you it was a mini peek!

On a side note, one of our beloved vendors is having a sale at her house this weekend:
Fritizie's Finds Overstock Vintage Sale. Friday the 30th and Satuday the 31st from 8am to 6pm at 21609 NE Allworth Rd., Battle Ground.
Heidi always has great stuff at great prices, this is sure to be a sale you don't want to miss!

Hope to see you at the Flea! 

Lisa :-)

P.S. I'm having trouble with the new way blogger uploads pictures. It's actually really irritating me! so I know this post doesn't look that great, but I don't have time to fix it right now...bear with me! Is anyone else having problems with posting pics and text?

Like Mother, Like Son

Last weekend was a city wide garage sale event where I live, so of course, my boys and I had to go out and see what treasures we could find. I was on the hunt for old, they were on the hunt for....legos (or so I thought).

My kids have jobs that they get paid for, so they each had money burning a hole in their pocket that day. Not having much luck at finding legos, they each still had most of their money with them. Towards the end of our day we had stopped at one garage sale where I was chatting with a gal that I knew when I turned around to see my sweet 6 year old come up with...

an ORANGE

TEAPOT

1950's

PLUG IN

FIVE DOLLAR

clock,
with his MONEY IN HAND.

Besides the fact that it was a teapot and it was orange, $5 is a lot of money when you're only earning $2 a week for spending money!

I repeatedly asked him if he was sure he wanted to buy that because it was a lot of money, to no avail. Then I thought for sure my friend wouldn't let him pay $5 (because that's a lot of money when you're still only earning $2 a week for spending) but to my chagrin, she took his money and told him to enjoy the clock.

HMMMPH.

At first I let it go, then after chewing on it awhile I broached the subject with my son:

ME: "Andy, I really like that clock you bought, and I bet I could sell it at the flea market, can I buy it off of you and get you another clock that only takes batteries?"
ANDY: "But I like this clock, it has numbers I can read."
ME: "Yes, but if you had a clock with a battery then you could put it wherever you wanted, and I'll find you one that has numbers you can read."
ANDY: PAUSE  "Ok, but I'll have to think about how much I want to sell it for."
ME: Mouth drops open.
ANDY: "I'll sell it to you for $20."
ME: I birthed this child and he's trying to make a profit off of me?? "Well, I was thinking that I could just pay you what you paid for it and we'd call it good."
ANDY: "Well, I'll come down to $19."

Just another lesson in how our children watch and listen to EVERYTHING we say, even when we don't think they do!

By the way, I have him chewed down to $7.00.

By the way again, he plugged it in in his room to see if it works, and you know what, it's actually kind of cute. Ahhh, my picker son.
Lisa :-)

Disclaimer: This post was meant in no way to offend anyone who loves orange, teapot, 1950's clocks that plug in.

To be, not seem to be.

I love books, especially old ones. The ones that grab my attention are usually old, dusty hardback books. I love to thumb through the pages, find hidden treasures that someone left within the pages: a pressed flower, an old love letter, a lock of hair, a cherished one's obituary.
While perusing a sale this past weekend, I was picking up some books and came across this non-descript magazine, or what I thought was a magazine. I had opened it quickly and saw the word Glee in it and assumed it was an old magazine that the cover had been torn off of. Much to my surprise (and delight) I discovered later what I had bought was someone's 1924 graduating yearbook!

I was completely enthralled in my new treasure. I poured over the pictures, looking at each face, each signature, noticing the smudges of ink from the brush of someone's hand 80 years ago....

...it  has many life stories, recaps of events, poems about class members, well wishes to the departing graduating class...all providing a miniscule glimpse into the lives of these young people.

I remember gathering everybody's 'autograph' in my yearbooks and excitedly reading what they had written later.

Was Grace excited to read her yearbook after having passed it around? I almost felt guilty, like I was reading someone's diary...

...but not guilty enough to stop! Her name was Grace that owned this precious yearbook and how anyone could discard it or even put it in a garage sale is beyond me...perhaps someone had bought her home and didn't care to keep it..I can't even guess as to how it came to be on that table that day I was there. I have no blood connection to Grace but that doesn't matter, I am now the keeper of a small part of her history, a tiny fraction of 1924 in the United States, and in that regard we are connected. 

One of the things I love about history is the rich lessons it holds for us: the importance and value of faith, family, love, hardships and all that other stuff in between.

The 1924 class motto was, "To be, not seem to be."

TO. BE. AUTHENTIC. GENUINE. TRUE.

They sure were smart in 1924, weren't they?

Lisa :-)

Land of the Free and Home of the Brave

In September of 1813, Francis Scott Key witnessed a battle at Fort McHenry which ended with an American flag flying triumphantly over the Fort. Taking out a letter he kept in his pocket, he penciled these famous words which became our American Anthem: The Star Spangled Banner.

We're celebrating the freedoms of our beautiful country today and wishing you all a safe and blessed Fourth of July!
Sally and Lisa


O! say can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?


On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.


And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.


O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!