{Getting} The GOODS: Part 2

I need to preface this post

with a confession:

 I'm not the aggressive 

treasure-hunter

that one needs to be when

visiting a sale like the

Na-da Farm petit flea market.

My senses get bowled over 

and I have to wander and take

everything in before I decide

what to purchase. 

 I'm bad ~ no, really bad ~

at pouncing on

the big goodies.

I'm the girl at the estate sale

who lines up early with the

 intention of looking for furniture, 

but comes out with a tea cup.

The real wheelers and dealers

swoop in, make their decisions

and wham!

they're out of there in a flash!

I'm standing there with a 

tea cup, thinking

what just happened here?

And, I always have Mr. Privet's

opinion in the back of my mind.

You see, when we were still

newlyweds, living in our little

Queen Anne Victorian

 in Illinois, I went to

the Kane County flea market. 

I made a BIG purchasing mistake

that he's never let me forget.

I fell in deep deep love with

an antique wardrobe.  A very

 LARGE

wardrobe with a mirrored front.

This wardrobe cost me a whole

paycheck.  Figured I was a working

girl and could make this big

decision on my own.

That was bad call number one.

He didn't agree.

Bad call number two:  It had to

be delivered.  More dinero.

Bad call number three:

It barely fit through the door.

Once inside, it had to be

lifted precariously by the

delivery men over the circa 1890

banister and handed up to the

first landing, then again 

muscled over the banister to

the top, because the stairway

was way too narrow to 

accommodate this beast.  

{Very similar to this staircase
from the movie Daddy Day Care.}

Yes, within inches of

the original 1890 stained glass

window on the landing.

{The window wasn't damaged!}

But the wardrobe didn't

go with us when we moved.

To this day, when I say I'm 

off to a flea market, Mr. P.

gets nervous.

Very, very nervous!

So, when the doors to Na-da's

petit flea market opened to

welcome us in, I was carrying

the baggage of flea markets

past with me.

I didn't pounce on the lovely

white bistro chairs ~ Tracey did!

Nor did I snag a beautiful

cornice board for over the bed, 

or a really pretty large piece

of decorative molding.

They were snapped up by more

decisive buyers!

But, in my own meandering 

time.....over two visits.....

I did pick up a few sweet

things for the nest that I am

quite happy about.

{One of my golds, Fiona, insisted I buy this display
of vintage cork screws.  She knew they'd be just right,
and here they are!}

Mr. P  hijacked the 

footstool my mom made me

to his office, so I bought

him this little gem as a trade.

There's some more burlap

love happening here

on my blogging chair ~

 my new lumbar pillow.

This cloche and scalloped base 

elevate almost anything

you put under the wire!

I was inspired by this 

painting.  I love quotes

and I'm also

 bringing blue back

 {my new mantra}, 

so it was a natural selection.

Use what talents you possess:
the woods would be very silent
if no birds sang
except those that
sing best.

Artist Jen even signed it!

This star made from

weathered barn wood

will look fine

strung with fairy lights

in the summer garden

and in the winter

 for Christmas.

A little poker chip medallion

strung on an organza ribbon

came home for my daughter.

My son got a bag of macaroons

and he was just fine with that!

I did buy several other small

things, which will be going to

live at other homes in the form

of gifts.

See Mr. P, no worries!

It's all GOOD.

Thanks for traveling to the

farm with me!
xx P&H

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