I have to say, I was sincerely shocked at the price of the antique stores in the small towns of Arkansas. These were museum like prices. Granted, they had some beautiful pieces that I had not seen before, but they do want someone to buy them...right? Sadly, I thought they would be in the same slump as the rest of the economy...they were not.
These darling coloring books are giant. The colors on the covers are vivid and the same image appears on the back. I shopped these from my mom's house.
Did you know that Dale Evans wrote the sweetest little prayers?
Child's tin toaster...I scored for 50% off at a thrift store and it was still pricey.
My mom bought these banks for my daughter. They are something I haven't ever seen before. No date on the decal either but in the 1940's style.
Tea towels, qua trefoil shelf and hankies with crochet edge from a consignment shop of sorts. The USA pottery piece was such a pretty color I couldn't pass it up.
Along with the coloring books and banks, I snagged these old Valentines from my Mom. She has long past the day of antiquing and estate sale shopping. These are things I drag out of closets when I stop for a visit...lucky me.
While I was shopping with my mom in a flea market, I heard her call my name, which she only does when she finds something good. The sky parted and angels began to sing and this sweet little lamb standing on a bell was magnetically pulled into my superwoman grip. That's how I remember it anyway. He is stunning. More than 8 inches tall, this planter shows no mark that we could find and could very well be a hand made piece, but is beautifully done. Five sweet little dollars and this baby came bubble wrapped home with me. Its my new favorite...can you tell?
Bargain of the trip. A big box of shiney brite ornaments for 2 dollars. I realized when I was uploading the photos that my camera was on the wrong setting...too late!
This vintage learning board came in the mail while I was gone. It didn't take me long to spell my blog name out (I used some anagrams to help). Double stick tape, a chenille stem for a hanger....and this great graphic find went right on the wall.
Of course it took me all day to rearrange my studio. I am convinced that I could bring a spool of thread home and it would involve a three hour organization of labeling and color sorting.
Tomorrow...baseball and softball practices start. I can hear the ting of bats already. That's the sound of Spring.