Wrapping up Market Season

With my second market season wrapped up at the beginning of October, I realized that I haven’t posted any pictures of six months worth of adventures… …and more to come.

Wedding Cake Criminals

In continuing with the Blogging Break Updates, I wanted to fill you in on the wedding planning… When we left off, I became engaged to Mr. Old House Chic in May of 2015.  If you missed it, I wrote about the heist I had to carry out with my best friend in order to keep…

A Blogging Break

After a break from blogging, I’m back at it again.  A lot has gone on since my last blog post and I feel like a big update is in order. Let me just say that I was toying with the title of this blog post and was tempted to throw all caution to the wind…

Farmhouse Style

Experimenting with Style

 I recently participated in an antique, vintage and salvage market as a vendor.  As I was preparing for the market, I decided to take a chance and conduct a style experiment.  My experiment consisted of choosing one of two styles that I seem to swing between or mix together. The first is the Farmhouse style. My…

Let Market Season Begin

May seems to be the starting point month for most market seasons everywhere.  Flea markets, rummage sales, garage sales and estate sales, antique shows and junk extravaganzas- they all seem to start when spring is headed into summer and continues until the fall.   I love this season.  I love selling at markets.  I get…

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Latest Loves: Carts

I have a mental sticky note in my head of all the things I look for when out junk shopping. Some things come and some things go on the list but not wooden or metal carts. At Texas Antique Week, I saw carts everywhere I went.  Weathered wooden ones with rusted nail holes, gouges and…

Operation Texas Antique Week Part 2

My day started out at 3:00 this morning, when my alarm went off.  I actually sat up and thought, “What is that?!”  Nothing on this earth needed to be making a single sound at that time of the night…or early morning and it took me a minute to figure out what that rude, obnoxious, violent…

Junk Mobsters Part 2

After the Mobster Junk Shop refused to sell me anything, I swore I would never go back.  I swore right out loud, in multiple phone calls, to my poor mother who probably thought she was talking to a teenager again- “Why won’t he call me?!”  Instead, I was yelling, “Why won’t they sell anything to…

A Day of Junk Shopping

After selling the majority of what I brought to the Vintage Whites Market, I made plans, last Saturday, to go on a stock up shopping trip.  My shopping plan was a loose one that was subject to change with no notice and since I was the only one going, my fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants style was just fine. …