On the way home we came through Memphis, Missouri and swung towards downtown to look for a mom and pop cafe. (We, just for the record, HATE Cracker Barrel.) But before we found grub we found this
Our pulses quickened, our mouths became suddenly dry . Could we ? Should we ?
Keep in mind my husband had recently brought home yet another truckload of "inventory" from his mother's recently sold house and I had knawed lightly on his gluteous about that. How could I with good conscious suggest we attend this hoedown for hoarders ? I felt slightly guilty to even suggest we look , but I did.
We edged closer, pulled in by the possibility of great treasure, perhaps a new potato fork lurked behind the gold and olive green Tupperware of Carol Bradys time.
Old broken toys and suitcases of plastic, half opened bottles of shampoo long gone spastic, boots that are stylin'
And nuns that are smilin'
These are a few of my favorite (auction) things.
Before I go any further, does anyone else see that nuns eyes move as you look at herfrom different angles ? Good. For a moment I thought it was just me having the Sister Mary Gerard flashback.
In the past when it came to auctions, it was said that Keith used me and I used him and neither one cared, BUT as the saying goes in our home lately, "Someone quit her job and that would mean LESS MONEY " So we snooped, and opened a few old purses looking for gold coins and then convinced ourselves that although we really WANTED the 30 year old microwave (fruit dryer ? storage unit for extra coffe cups? Funky Terraruim ? We did not really need it .