Junk Shopping in Texas
I live in Colorado, but home will always be in Texas and don’t think that I don’t have a whole stash of junk shops, thrift stores, salvage sources and flea markets that I hit while I’m here to visit my family.
There’s been some real situations involving bags bigger than me, packed to the gills and still about to burst at the seams with things I bought. I tend to turn a blind eye, deaf ear and temporarily (and conveniently) dumb brain towards anyone that tries to talk sense into the logistics of getting an antique dress form on the plane back to Colorado. Where there’s a will, there’s a southern smile that creates a way, right?
Don’t believe me? It totally worked for a poor Frontier Airlines soul who was conned into believing that the antique dress form was my service…dummy. Just slap a service dog vest on it, attach a leash and drag it behind you down the terminal and you’re good to go.
I’m kidding…kind of.
I usually stay in the Dallas/Fort Worth area since my trips home aren’t very long, but, boy, do I have my eye on Texas Antique Week in the Spring of 2015. More on that when it’s a plan instead of just a lustful dream…and when I’ve figured out how to buy/rent (I guess I should learn to drive it, too) an 18 wheeler for all of the stuff I bought (I’m not kidding in the least about this one.)
Here’s a few photos of the awesome stuff I came across from my favorite places…
How great are these chairs? What about the barber pole in the background?
…and all the architectural salvage you can stand that won’t fit in the biggest bag you can find much less the plane itself.
I’m still thinking about this clock- I love it! The rustic coffee table with the light gray every which way numbers is just awesome. Maybe I’ll go back for the clock. Who am I kidding? I’m already trying to figure out how to con the person sitting next to me on the plane that the safest place to be is in a tight ball tucked under the seat in front of him while my new clock sits comfortably next to the window in his vacated seat.