Sometimes it seems to me that there are two kinds of people in the world. No, not early birds and night owls. Not “glass is half full” versus “glass is half empty.” Not progressives and conservatives.
I’m talking about the folks who love shopping at garage/rummage/tag/yard/jumble sales and those who don’t.
Some people just don’t get it—they don’t understand the thrill of the hunt. They don’t know the sense that, sometimes, you don’t know what you want until you see it, that treasures are waiting to be discovered.
My mom and I get it. During summer, we go out “saling” a couple of days a week.
We went out this weekend, too. Our range was limited because many of our usual haunts were still haunted by the specter of escaped convicts.
We did NOT have a stellar weekend with lots of fabulous finds but we had a handful of very nice hours together and I got a few items that make me super happy.
Like this pretty book, published in 1926, and titled “Birds in Rhyme.”
I love the illustrations in the book, colorful images of a number of birds of North America.
I really love the cover, everything about it. I love the bright, saturated, complementary blue/green and red/orange. I love the stylized graphics in the Arts and Crafts style.
And I LOVE the fact that the cover just happens to match my husband’s current weaving project!
This one-dollar purchase made my day! What else would give me so much for so little?
So, where do you stand on the subject of garage sales? Do you get it? Or not?