Bernadette

Rusty Harvest Blades

I had been trying and trying to catch a certain antique junk shop open but I always seemed to show up when the doors where closed and the windows were darkened. The hours of the shop?  Whenever they wanted to be open.  The good stuff is located in an old house and all around it in an enticing display of rusty temptation.  I was on a mission.  I had to get to the rusty stuff.

The junk shop had no shortage of rusty gold lounging temptingly throughout the front yard of the house, but behind a locked and surprisingly strong picket fence.  Yeah, I tried.    I  stood pitifully in front of the locked picket fence gate, like the junk addict I am, and silently willed the door to magically open with everything having a $0.99 price tag.  Nothing…the door remained securely closed.

Farm Fresh Junk

I decided to take a million pictures from the sidewalk, like a junk stalker, but felt no satisfaction.  I had to come up with an aggressive plan to shop the rusty treasures that were calling my name.

I called at all times of the day for the next week and the phone would just ring and ring.   If I kept the phone ringing, it would eventually and sudden beep as if an answering machine had kicked on with no prompting to leave a message at the beep.  I had no idea if it was actually recording or if it had rudely signaled that I had crossed over from determined to obssessed.  I tried to leave a message but it cut me off before I could give a call back number.

I finally gave up on calling and drove the 20 minutes to the tiny town, knowing full well that the antique junk shop would not be open.  I was so sure that I didn’t even empty my SUV because there was no point- it wouldn’t be open.

It was open.  Seriously…

Piles of Junk

I first spotted that the front door of the house was open. OPEN!  I nearly wrecked my car in oncoming traffic- what is the point of a one way street??  Find a parking spot!  Where are all the parking spots?!  Tiny town, no parking spaces, one way streets all leading away from the junk shop- I started to sweat.  I was sure I was going through Junk Detox- I had to get a fix of the junk!

Rusty Old Toolbox

Focus…OPEN! The antique junk shop is open!   Immediately, I was possessed.  The thought of getting to shop in this store with rusty gold as far as the eye could see, it was more than I could stand. I finally found a parking spot and jumped out before my car was even in park. I ran towards the shop (do I have my keys?  Where’s my purse?) and only had to cross the street and I was in junk heaven.  I stepped off the curb and just about got hit by a car.  Hoooonk!  How rude…No worries, I don’t need both feet…it’s all in the name of Junk Love.

Stick around for Junk Drunk Part 2- it only gets worse…

Bernadette

18 Comments

  1. PCHEZ
    PCHEZReply
    October 20, 2014 at 10:45 pm

    This is so, so funny. I can relate to the car not being in park before you leaped out as I did much the same thing trying to obtain a “,treasure” on the side of the road a few years back. My family and friends still laugh at the fact I ran over my own feet while on a junk hunt. I also have stalked a
    shop that was never open for business when I drove there.
    It paid off finally and I made a new friend and have some relics with a story now in my home.

    • bernadette
      bernadetteReply
      October 21, 2014 at 2:51 am

      Isn’t the frustration you felt when the shop was never ever open so unique and soooo irritating?! As for your poor feet, your determination, and the relics to show for your commitment to junk, I declare you a Junker worthy of the Hall of Junk Fame! Congrats!

  2. Peg Mitchell
    Peg MitchellReply
    October 20, 2014 at 11:17 pm

    You are definitely my kind of woman!

    • bernadette
      bernadetteReply
      October 21, 2014 at 2:44 am

      Peg- You are in the right place if you are looking for kindred junk spirits! So glad you found the little junk community that seems to be forming here!

  3. Trina Williams
    Trina WilliamsReply
    October 20, 2014 at 11:20 pm

    Can hardly stand the suspense…..!!!

    • bernadette
      bernadetteReply
      October 21, 2014 at 2:41 am

      Trina- junk drama does that kind of thing to you! Don’t you just love it?! Thanks for the comment!

  4. Jill
    JillReply
    October 20, 2014 at 11:58 pm

    My heart is racing…if only i could get to this store from Pennsylvania?!?!? I’ve made numerous purchases (in my head) just from your great pictures! Cant’t wait to jealously look at all you bought!

    • bernadette
      bernadetteReply
      October 21, 2014 at 2:39 am

      Jill- This shop is beyond fantastic! As for the purchases- I’ll have to create another post! The saga of trying to shop at this store just went from three posts to four! Thanks for the inspiration!

  5. Ranell
    October 21, 2014 at 5:54 am

    How cruel, lol. Now I’m having “good story withdrawals”. Can’t wait to hear what happened next.

    • bernadette
      bernadetteReply
      October 21, 2014 at 2:32 pm

      Ranell- So funny! When I was typing this post, I was so into the story and I looked down and realized that it was 1200+ words! So, I divided it into three parts. This is apparently not a good thing in the blog world. The suggestion of the magic recipe for successful blogs is a short and sweet post. I, on the other hand, can’t keep it below 500 words. Oh well- maybe I’ll start a new genre of a short story blog as opposed to a short and sweet blog. 😉 Thanks for reading and caring enough to comment!

  6. Leasa
    LeasaReply
    October 22, 2014 at 9:15 am

    I have had the same experience ……small town 30 minutes away…….amazing junk/treasures…….never open! We will prevail!

    • bernadette
      bernadetteReply
      October 22, 2014 at 3:38 pm

      I love it! I bet if a study were to be conducted, Junk Addicts would be reated as being one of the most determined groups out there! We will prevail!

  7. Traci
    October 22, 2014 at 11:28 am

    HA! Love it – I can so relate. Especially the car not in park – where is my purse thing ; ) Can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to put my purse down to dig a treasure out from under a pile and then triumphantly with my treasure in hand – walked off and left my purse sitting on the ground (always retrieved it in time). Good stuff!!

    • bernadette
      bernadetteReply
      October 22, 2014 at 11:44 am

      Yes! I totally agree! You should see the bottom of my Coach purse (bought at a Coach Outlet in the sale section during the holiday season= seriously cheap). It needs to be declared a hazardous material Superfund Site and burned because of the places where I absentmindedly set it down to do some really great digging. I had to buy it in Raspberry which only showcases every stain and dirt streak…ugh! If I left it behind and went to look for it again, I knew not to freak when it wasn’t where I left it- Mr. Old House Chic would be carrying it under his arm with his eyes rolling as far as they could possibly go. I might be a disaster, but I am a lovely one 😉

  8. Neil
    October 24, 2014 at 4:21 am

    Excellent read, I just passed this onto a colleague who was doing a little research on that. And he actually bought me lunch because I found it for him smile Therefore let me rephrase that: Thanks for lunch!

    • bernadette
      bernadetteReply
      October 24, 2014 at 8:45 am

      Neil- Congrats on getting lunch out of this post! What kind of research is your friend conducting? It sounds right up my alley!

  9. Tristan Luecke
    November 2, 2014 at 2:53 am

    Major thanks for the blog.Really looking forward to read more. Want more.

    • bernadette
      bernadetteReply
      November 9, 2014 at 6:37 am

      Thanks so much!

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