The search for vintage beer or whisky crates continues…
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And it’s not going well. Crates abound, but none of them are alcohol related… so boo to that.
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If these weren’t so expensive I might have grabbed them. Bound to be interesting reading.
And because you never know what you’ll find at antique stores?
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A bag of ducks.
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I’ve seen this type of taxidermy before and it always stupefies me. Did they only kill the front half?
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By all means, feed them. And do it immediately… before they suck out your soul while you sleep.
**shivers**
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I tried to talk the husband into buying this antique incubation table but he was having none of it. I know he won’t let me have chickens, but it would have been great for keeping hors d’oeuvres warm in the man cave.
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I examined this booklet and found absolutely nothing new.
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Hutch made of tree bark? Um… no. Lord Dudley would be climbing it on a daily basis.
After endless days of sanding, cleaning, oiling, staining and upholstery updates…
Voila.
Without the leaves –
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And with.
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The free on the side of the road table and chairs was ready for sale.
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The husband decided $250 was a reasonable price and within 15 minutes of listing it on Facebook marketplace three women messaged me. One wanted to cut the table 3 inches on each side because it was too wide, one wanted a conference table but said it was too narrow, and the third woman? Said she was on her way to pick it up, cash in hand.
And she did. Bye bye table and chairs.
At this point I’m not sure whether that was good news or bad. There’s no telling what my husband will come home with now.
Another few days of sweat equity and my husband is still at it.
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His dedication to the rehab of the discarded free furniture is actually quite impressive. Shame he doesn’t show the same enthusiasm for my honey do list, but what can I say? Things you don’t have to do are always more rewarding.
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The six chairs turned out to be more of a job than he bargained for but the result was a definite improvement.
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But here’s where it got amusing… at least for me. My husband went to a craft store and purchased fabric to recover the cushions.
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Did he choose a nice quality, attractive fabric? Of course not, he’s a man. But it was fresh and clean…. and standing to the side watching him play seamstress was priceless.
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Look at that cute little Suzy Homemaker.
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Okay, there was a hammer for fine tuning… Martha Stewart he’s not. But even I had to admit the results made a difference.
Maine has a chain of stores called Mardens. Personally, I can’t stand them as they’re full of cheap merchandise, knockoffs, and nearly expired items from various store closures. But a friend of mine loves them and insists on visiting every time we shop together. On a recent trip I spotted this:
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Yes, they were selling small …think slightly larger than the ketchup cup you get with take out… containers of water.
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And marketing it for pets. Proof positive there’s one born every minute.
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Did you try it? Holy hole in a donut Batman! The human body is a strange beast.
