Nip It in the Bud

or maybe, Nip It in the Bathroom when your In-Laws are visiting... Seriously, I'm trying to figure out under what circumstances one might need a knit poodle nip-bottle cover.  This was recently found in the contents of an Estate complete with a nip of Seagram's.  I remember my grandmother had a knit toilet paper cozy, it wasn't a poodle but if I recall right a scary Barbie-type doll that had a giant knit skirt to disguise an extra roll of toilet paper on top of the toilet, maybe so her guests wouldn't be embarrassed to ask for an extra roll. As for the nip cozy, I dunno... I doubt Grandma had any guests hollering "CAN I GET A DRINK IN HERE?" Except maybe Grandpa... when his In-Laws were visiting.

It's Always Darkest Just Before Dawn

And if that's the case, shouldn't I be hearing roosters any minute now??  File under "When Good Furniture Goes Bad."  Actually, make that "When Bad Furniture Gets Worse."

Don't get all excited, but I'm trying to ease back into the Blog Thing.

Introducing the Oaks-Wagon Jetta!

Or more appropriately, "Why I Shouldn't Drive Kenny's Car". I tend to forget I am not in a Jeep and this particular model of Volkswagen is meant to transport VOLKS as in FOLKS, not OAKS as in Furniture.

Last weekend we switched vehicles so he could deliver a piece of furniture while I was at the shop and I totally forgot and bought more furniture than I could fit in the back room from some guy thinking "No Problem, I will just throw this 42" Round Oak Pedestal Dining Table in the Jeep and take it home for now". OH and this Giant Drawer too.

Good Thing the table came apart and there was plenty of dog hair on the back seat to prevent it from getting scratched.

Bad Thing I forgot to take the furniture out before he found it languishing in there 3 days later.  

I don't see the Big Deal it wasn't THAT hard to shift, the car has an automatic transmission so you just had to move the one leg a little before going into reverse... hmph.

No Volkswagens or Furniture were harmed in the making of this blog, but we did have one Slightly Disgruntled Husband.

Why Buy the Milk?

When you can get the Cow for Free! 

Wait a minute, Free Cow? 

Yes, Free Cow, because.... WHO WOULD BUY THIS COW????

I bought the remnants of an estate in February (YES that's how long I've been sitting on this Blog entry) and it was one of those deals where I had to take EVERYTHING whether I wanted it or not. The guy was actually nice enough to let me leave like, 9000 baskets I really didn't want but one thing he would not budge on was This Cow.  This very pregnant looking cow in a Holly-Hobby-meets-Laura-Ingalls dress.

 We were loading up 3 trucks for transport to the shop and he kept trying to stick The Cow in while I kept trying to take The Cow out. He'd say Look, you can use it for padding around this (insert Highly Breakable Item) and I'd say That's OK I'll take my chances. There was no stopping this guy so finally I was just like "Dude, not to sound disrespectful or anything but the Shitty 80's Country Store called, they want their Cow Back." He seemed to take that well and dropped the subject. Or so I thought... until I got in my Jeep and glanced into the rear mirror - he got me after all!!!!

What Goes Up... Never Comes Down

Check out this Wicked Relic I was excited to find in my hot little hands yesterday.

"Oh, WOW!" I started reminiscing back to 1990 when I got my driver's license and you could drive up to the gas guy and ask for 10 bucks worth of regular and drive away with practically a full tank.  I was thinking I would show it to my niece and nephew and relate this story and how there didn't used to be Self-Serve gas stations and did I mention I had to drive uphill both ways to get my gas? Then I decided to Google "when was gas 1.59 a gallon?" and you know when it was?!?  2000!  I guess I can't exactly label it 'Vintage'... but since I'm sure we'll never see this price again, it's definitely a 'Collectible'!

Wheeling & Dealing

That's what we'll be doing this Sunday May 20th at the Marshfield Fairgrounds... Please join us at the South Shore's Largest Flea Market!  Route 3A, Marshfield.

8AM-4PM Rain or Shine, Admission $4.00, Children Under 12 Free, Parking Free

Look for the Big Red Van, the Deals will be Rockin' so Please Come A-Knockin!!!

This is the first time EVER we are selling at a Flea Market, but we hope it to be the first of many!  IF  we survive the 4AM departure time... but that's a story for another Blog.  Stay tuned!

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like...

CHRISTMAS?!?! I know, you're waiting for me to say "APRIL FOOL'S!!"  Sigh... looks like I might be the fool, buying these in April. Off to the Storage Shed I go!!