Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Longest Yard Sale Treasures

Part Three 
from our adventures at 
The World's Longest Yard Sale

Well kids, here it is...another day and I did say I would finally show you what I hunted down and haggled over (or not) as well as hauled home from Longest Yard Sale, didn't I? I was supposed to do that two days ago now, but honestly, when I said I would post my finds "tomorrow", I think I really meant the tomorrow that seemed a lot further away. The "next day" is almost always too soon to promise anything. I don't know what possesses me to do that. I do so hate being a slacker...and yet...



Anyway, as you will see, my takeaway was not hefty, but the items I got are each a treasure in their own right. You think I'd go crazy buying junk with all that laid out before me on Tabor Road in the Noccalula Falls area of AL, but as indicated previously, those rolling eyes kept me in line. Those eyes belong to my daughter who is in the accounting field, and she has a stellar sense of thrift. Those eyes are a powerful force too.

By the way, today we are celebrating her birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my dear CALLY!
Sending hugs and kisses from home.
xoxo

Now, in Cally's eyes, buying numerous inexpensive and unnecessary treasures is as foolish as purchasing overpriced things at a high end store. So I took great care not to overbuy just because something was cool, old or cheap compared to the store. I really do think that for my stellar restraint I deserve points or some sort of "good financial behavior credit" I can apply toward my next thrifty adventure, don't you?

So here is what I came home with:

An ammunition box I'm now using this to hold my fire wood and christmas tree stumps. I paid $8. I know, that's $3 over my limit, but he was asking $10 and I've never come across one around here before.

Love all the imprinting on it.

I had fun buying these goodies. 50 cents for each potato sack, $1 per headlight (I have a plan for them and they were on my list!), I paid 50 cents each for the black handled scissors and 25 cents for the fantastically rusty scissors.

The Chevrolet emblem I got for FREE comes with a story. 

I came upon an older man, who was probably in his 70's. He was tending to a table laden with the assorted car parts of the ages. It was just as beautifully junky as it could be, covered with random stuff in boxes overflowing with paper, hoses, automotive thingamajigs and doohickies and whatnot, displayed about like he had just gathered up the lifetime contents of his garage still in the dirty and oil stained boxes and dumped it all out there in a pile. Think "trash heap". I loved it. I had fun looking through it because it was car-related and I need some old car stuff for something I want to make my brother one day. The man struck up a conversation with me as I discovered and picked up a sweet Chevrolet emblem that was the old cursive look and made of metal, but he wanted $10 for it. That was not what I wanted to pay, even though I've never found one before and have only seen them online for about the same amount or more. 

He wanted to know what the heck I would want that for, so I tried to describe what I wanted to do. Maybe it made sense, maybe not. When I asked how much, he said he needed $10 for it because it was old and they are hard to come by. I know they are and didn't begrudge him the price but it was too high for me and what I really want and need is an old metal Mustang emblem. I thanked him and looked around through the stuff a bit more. Not seeing anything else of interest, and knowing we had miles to go and things to see, I said so long and off I went. 

I finished looking around at what some of the other vendors had to offer and then ordered a hotdog at the food cart which took kind of a long time. As we waited we stood in front of a huge old fan they had set up to keep the customers somewhat cool; huge fan, meaning like 5 feet square. When we were done, Cally and I went to the car and were about to leave but I ran back across the expanse of grass to throw something away by the eating area. As I was coming up to it, across the shady dirt path to my left came the same man carrying this Chevrolet emblem. 



He held it out. It was plastic (and not cursive). I told him, "Aw, that's cool, but I really need the metal kind. I'm looking for an old one in cursive that's made of metal." He tapped it and said, "it IS metal!" "Naw, that's plastic," I laughed. (and after tapping it a couple more times as if to convince me and himself, he laughed too.) "...but I'm sure I could use it for something," I said. He smiled and handed it to me and told me I could have it. Awww... I thanked him kindly and told him how sweet that was, and as I was leaving, one of his old buddies joined the fray and questioned him, "Are you hittin' on her?" they chuckled and joined another older guy under a tree on the path to chew the fat and compare notes on the day while keeping tabs on their tables full of treasures and perhaps a few stories yet to come. I smiled to myself and off we headed to the next sale and the next story. 

And that, my friends is what it's all about.



2 Potato Sacks I only bought two of these because I wasn't sure the print on them would suit my needs. I have a chair seat (a step stool chair in my kitchen) that I want to recover with something along these lines as well as an ottoman and a bench that might be candidates for something similar. We'll see.

Longest yard sale goodness! 

Quick story about the cute little pail.

Another super personable older man was sitting in front of some sort of a weathered red wood building in the shade at a small table with a shotgun or a rifle lying across it (not sure, I wasn't really paying attention to that). In front and to the right of him was a huge old trailer, the flatbed of it was wood. There was some sort of antique plow or some such thing and a couple other items strewn around and remnants of whatever had been there lying on top of it, but not much left. I walked up and said hello and started looking around. The cute little pail was lying on the ground and I picked it up and turned to ask him how much he wanted and he said, "you better hurry and get that before them democrats come and tell you you can't have it cuz it's no good for ya." I laughed and said, "you're lucky they haven't shut down this whole sale yet." He laughed and told me he wanted a dollar for the pail. It was too cute to pass up. 

Then I picked up a pair of rusty scissors and we proceeded to haggle over the price. I wasn't going to pay more than a quarter and he was trying to get me to grasp the higher value he wanted to attribute to them, starting at a dollar and working his way down. We had a good natured financial tug-o-war about it. His friend came up and said "What are you doing!?""Give the girl the scissors! They aren't even worth a quarter!" 

So he accepted my quarter with a laugh and then as a man came up to ask about the shotgun (he wanted $300 for it), he told me how his daughter had cleared out her barn and piled everything on the trailer. He said he was sure everyone would go crazy for the antique plow or whatever it was and a couple of other cool old things he had, but he said that people passed those things right up and had a free for all fighting over the junk. He said elbows were flying and people were snapping up the old stuff that he thought was worthless, and they didn't seem at all interested in the things he thought were the treasures. "Go figure", he said. Indeed. And darn, but we were no where near there when the free for all was underway. Sorry we missed that. Well, I did get the pail and the rusty scissors, and those scissors came in very handy while trying to get Cally's new place in order. There were no scissors in the apartment and we kept needing them desperately. Those rusty things had one good spot on them, and we made the most of it. Rusty scissors to the rescue!


I got these two windows for $10 each. I thought these were especially cool because they each have hardware on them; a handle and a latch. One side of each is wood and one side is painted a dull dark green. They also have a bluish green layer.

Yes, it would have been nice if I had ironed this old Florida tablecoth treasure before showing you, but I assure you I didn't buy it clean or ironed, so all's fair. At least I've washed it now (and you know that's saying something because my washer is still torn apart and lying in pieces where I left it when I told you about my attempt to dismantle, diagnose it and prove my genius).

I've wanted one of these for the longest time. In the past the people I have found selling old Florida tablecloths, which have been few and far between, have always been asking closer to $75. I once saw one for $55 but it wasn't the right color. None before have been these perfect 50/60's colors like this one. None were the right price either. I paid $25. At first I had to walk away from it and hope the other woman from Florida who was looking at it didn't go back and get it while I was trying to decide if I could let go of that much money. She ended up back there too but decided to buy something else. Woo hoo! I'm so glad I got it!


So without ironing it, I went ahead and put it on the table to see how it would look. Isn't it so perfect? It's only card table size, but that works for me because I don't like to cover my table completely. I'm not really much of a tablecloth person, more of a table runner type, if anything, so this works well for me. Best yet, is its Old Florida style which is something I love and find works well in my old Florida house with its old Florida temperament! Oops, I forgot to light the candles in the above shot. I liked the minimalist look of the centerpiece but for those of you who like things a little more involved...

... I stepped up the look by moving the flowers over from the table in the back room, just to give it a little flowery pizzaz for ya.

 So you see, I do have a use for some of the things I buy!

(For the record, the tablecloth is in a special category which justifies spending $25 on a single item. I'd never expect to get an old Florida tablecloth for $5, although I'm not opposed to trying!)

So it goes at the World's Longest Yard Sale.
You want it, you better be ready to break your own rules.

And it doesn't hurt to take your daughter along for the memories and the fun.
Thanks for accompanying me on the journey, Cally.

It wouldn't have been the same without you!

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Sunday, August 12, 2012

The Moments and the View

Here's a bit more of what we saw and experienced as we traveled 
The World's Longest Yard Sale 
near Gadsden, AL...

(This is part two of my tales from the Longest Yard Sale.)

~ This was our first stop just off I-59 in Gadsden, AL ~

The guy with this cool table below, which he had made for his wife from an old door, also had a sweet metal barstool (right there in the front) and he was asking $20 for it. I couldn't justify buying a stool that I have no use for at that price, but as I went along I rethought my cheap $5 limit. After all, this stool was metal! I never find metal barstools. Of course, by the time we went back, it was gone. He was firm on the price for his handmade table ($150) He said he made it for his wife after she saw one like it at a high-end store in Birmingham or some such place. He said she didn't want him to sell it, but he told her he'd price it at $150, and if it sold, he'd make her a new one.) It was gone when we drove back by a few hours later. 

Hmmm...I wonder how his wife took the news. It's hard to see in this picture, but the door had a very cool keyhole plate on it. The man had gotten the door from someone redoing a building. Hope he finds another one soon so his wife gets a new table!



He also had tables made out of windows and some really cute brightly colored side tables (partially visible in the picture above - I know, I should have taken photos - so sorry!). We wanted a dresser he had, but we were unable that early in the day to get him to go down on the price so we could stay within our limits. As it was, the dresser was going to need quite a lot of work. It was black and the paint was coming off in many places. The drawers didn't open well and the knobs weren't ideal.

I told him that I had found dressers like it for free and for $5 at home and that I'd still have to put a lot of time and effort into this if I bought it, as well as buy new hardware, so I needed to get it cheap. He laughed and told me I was stealing his joy when I told him how cheap I find things here. He said he had already turned down a $45 offer, so he wasn't quite ready this early in the day to deal to my liking yet. We had a fun time stopping to chat with him. He was very personable and I enjoyed listening to his stories about all the furniture he'd made.











The good pieces he had that we liked (even the more expensive ones that were beyond our limits) were gone when we went back as well. We had quite a few coulda, woulda, shoulda moments. When we left to think about whether we should buy an item or not, it was gone when we went back - every time.  Cally also passed up some cheap crock pots right off the bat and never found such inexpensive or nice ones again after that.


Here are a few of the sights we saw along the way. Just for fun and effect, I've made some of them original size. Odd to have them stretch outside the normal page bounds, but I like to see scenery in a larger format. For a couple of them, you will need to scroll over to see the whole shot. Let me know if it makes the page load too slowly. 




This cemetery was on the side of a pretty brick church on a hill where we parked for a set of sales.


I love steeples. This is the same church that had the beautiful shady cemetery next to it.


We were parked next to this fence and field, and I loved being able to see the mountains in the background as we drove along from sale to sale.

I didn't even notice at the time that there were little twinkle lights strung all over this fence. I bet it looks magical out here at night as people travel the winding roads.

Cally got these shots for me. I liked the dilapidated barn in the background. There were lots of those around. There always are. What is it about barns that they are so often abandoned like that?

Tomorrow I'll show you what I brought home with me!

I'll be sharing this with:

Rural Thursday @ A Rural Journal 
Treasure Hunt Thursday @ From My Front Porch to Yours
Wow Us Wednesdays @ Savvy Southern Style
Open Call Tuesday @ Salt Tree
Tips & Tricks @ Stringtown Home
Nifty Thrify Tuesday @ Coastal Charm
Tuesday To Do @ Blackberry Vine
Inspire Me Monday @ Create With Joy
Sunday's Best @ My 1929 Charmer
Thrifty Treasures @ Southern Hospitality
Manic Monday @ Serendipity & Spice
Mop it up Monday @ I Should Be Mopping the Floor

Friday, August 10, 2012

The Longest Yard Sale - Tips for the Novice



My foray into the other world that was the World's Longest Yard sale came along thanks to a heads up from Stephanie at The Cozy Old Farmhouse. Thank you, Stephanie! 

It wasn't but a day or so before I was to leave to visit Cally in AL that I found out this long-wished-for opportunity would come my way while I was there with her, and that it was starting only an hour from where she lives. What!? I could hardly believe the brilliance of the timing. After driving over 11 hours to get to Mountain Brook, what was one more hour on the road the next morning? I knew the joys that would await! Cally was kind enough to oblige me, despite the fact that spending a full day in the heat wandering through and looking at people's old junk was not on her list of top 10 ways to spend her waking hours, especially when it was one of two days she had off of work to get her new place in order. Thank you, Cally!



The adventure began with breakfast at the hotel that I had stayed at the night before. We got on the road a bit later than planned but the experience was every bit as fun as I thought it would be. I do regret that we couldn't go for more than one day, that I didn't concentrate on taking more (and better) pictures and that we passed up so many good things thinking we might come back to them later if we didn't find something better. 

Now hear this: There is no going back. You snooze, you lose.


I have a few other tips from my novice trip to the World's Longest Yard Sale. Feel free to learn from my maiden journey to this enticing venue of junk and stuff and treasures.


Have a Spending Strategy
or Come Prepared to Go For Broke


You may have heard it said, "Don't bring a knife to a gun fight," well I say don't bring a fist full of dollars to the World's Longest Yard Sale. That is unless you are a tightwad like me with fairly strict self-imposed spending limits and a thrifty daughter in tow who will keep you in line whenever you dare to err where financial prudence is concerned. Actually, even I came prepared with plenty of cash on hand. I knew the likelihood of finding something spectacular that I might not see for some time (if ever) again, if I didn't come with enough cash to spend. In the end, I found that space for hauling things might be more of a consideration than price, but my spendthrift ways did go a long way to holding me in financial check, that and Cally's facial expressions whenever I considered buying something pricey or that she considered too frivolous. Cheap habits die hard and they run in the family.



Photography 101

Take lots of pictures! By all means, if you are going to carry a humongous camera with you as you drive and haul it along every time you exit the vehicle, and if you are actually going to have it on your shoulder with every step you take - for heaven's sake, use it and use it well! 


Get in and get close. This was one of the few times I did just that. This huge light was something I would like to have bought, but at $25, it was way too expensive for me. I thought it would be a cool addition to the shop my friend and I want to open but she wasn't there to consult, so I let it lie. I saw soooo many things that would be cool for our potential shop, but without a consenting voice of affirmation, I had to pass them up.
  • Don't just take pictures as you are walking or driving or practically running from one place to the next, snapping random thoughtless distant shots of the general area as I did. What a waste! Learn from my mistakes. Look at my photos; you'll see what I mean. They could have been so great, but I didn't take the time.
  • Do take in the sights then set aside your concerns of what people think of you taking pictures (even your daughter) and just do it. I wish I had pictures of the people I spoke with too. They were one of the best parts of the whole day! Get your memories stored in digital format so you have them later (Especially if you are going to blog about it. People want interesting visuals! Right?) 
  • Besides, if you don't take pictures, you'll forget all those cool things you let get away. Capture them on camera so you can fully mope about, and rehash, what could've, would've and should've been when you get home.
Slow Down


This shot was one of those taken quickly from the car as I waited in standstill traffic.
  • We were in a bit of a hurry because, well, first of all there is so much to see that you don't want to miss a thing. Secondly, we were looking for some specific furniture pieces for Cally's new place. We did a lot of scanning of sales as we drove by, trying to see if they were worth stopping for, always mindful not to hold up traffic like some people in front of us did. I refrained from being a horn honker myself even though people inching down the road with a line of fanatical garage salers piling up behind them made Cally and I crazy a time or two. We tried to be polite and patient. One angry woman drove a long stretch of road laying on the horn for an eternity despite the fact that the woman in front of her was going along what seemed to be perfectly fine. Just come to the sale with your driving patience in good working order.

Enjoy the Experience

The fact is you aren't going to see it all, so you might as well actually take in and enjoy that which you ARE able to see!
  • We did do some quick run-throughs of some of the different vendors to see if they had anything remotely close to what we wanted. The day seemed short and the yard sale, endless. It's hard to stop and enjoy what's in front of you when you are thinking about what someone else might have that could be better and cheaper down the road (apparently what is true in life is also true with reard to yard sales!). The best parts of the day were those where we stopped and interacted with people, tried to score a deal (when it worked and even when our attempts failed) and those where we got an up close and personal look into the lives and stories of the folks along the way, not just a look at the items they had for sale.

A Strong Bladder Helps

Go to the bathroom before you begin and bring lots of water, preferably in a cooler. 




  • Having a vehicle with a good AC in it was invaluable for recharging our energy as we drove from one group of sales to the next. After each jaunt through a section of sales, we'd get back in the car and crank the air and chug water. Luckily we were so hot and we sweat so much that the water never seemed to make it to our bladders. That didn't stop us from following the signs to the Black Creek Fire Department on Tabor Road and Blackwell and Styles Bridges Roads that lured every woman at the Gadsden end of the sale with their strategically placed signs for miles; signs that boasted CLEAN RESTROOMS and great BBQ.
The #2 is where we started the sales, and we went as far as the #3 to the Black Creek Fire Department and then back again. How does anyone get through all the way to MI or even halfway in four days. Talk about rushing...
  • After stopping at a zillion sales on our way there, we decided to make that fire department our turnaround point, at which time we were going to go back and hit all the places we had noted down side streets, as well as others we had passed up. We wanted to revisit some stops where we had seen potential purchases, at that point still hoping we might go back and score a deal. Although we went all the way to the Black Creek Fire Department to find the bathrooms (just in case we needed them by then - seeing as it was the only hope of bathrooms we'd actually seen), once we walked in to what on the outside appeared to be a tiny little ho hum building with only one person sitting on a rocker out front and a couple guys grilling out back, there on the inside it reminded me of a small church fellowship hall from back in the day. We opened the door and the place was bustling with lots of folks buying food and drinks and eating at tables packed together to accommodate the masses as women lined up against the walls to have a turn at what appeared to be the one bathroom available, a line that snaked all the way around the inside of the room. That was enough to make mine and Cally's decision for us. We didn't need to go - it was agreed. We were fine. Really. Good thing, I didn't want to sacrifice that much of my quickly dwindling yard sale time partaking in the camaraderie of a long bathroom line. So we hopped back into our car and made tracks to the next set of vendors. 
The Early Bird Gets the Worm

Try to go on the first day before everything gets snapped up and while vendors have the most stuff from which to choose. Then if you see something you want, buy it right then while you can or put it out of your mind and move along to what lies ahead.




  • On our way back, one place I wanted to revisit was the set up under some trees on the side of the road of an older guy who had lots of interesting antique things, one of which was a large square weathered metal box with faded buttery paint on it. He was only asking $15, but being the cheapskate that I am with my general $5 limit per item, that felt high for me early in the day. His wife also had some wood folding chairs like I've been collecting, and he said she wanted $8 each (about $5 too much). When we came back by on our way through as we were leaving, he'd been wiped out of almost everything he'd had for sale earlier. The man with the one dresser we were considering for Cally had also sold much of what he had when we stopped by earlier. I'll tell you about him in the next installment.
  • If there are any one of a kind or special things at the sale that you think are to die for, buy them, right then. Most of the trendy stores in Homewood, AL wanted way more for items similar to those that one guy I'll tell you about next time was selling. And when I say the trendy stores want "way more", I'm talking as much as $100 more. There were so many fantastic things in the Homewood stores, but woo-wee! were some of them expensive! One store had a burlap pillow for $100. Sure it was cute...but $100 for a pillow...and made of burlap? Those stores made the expensive yard sale vendors look like dime (not dollar) stores in comparison.
The Road Less Traveled

Next time I would go to more of the sales down the side streets where individuals are actually having yard and garage sales. 




  • Many of the vendors in the lots on the main thoroughfare were dealers with their antiques and pricey items (often the same type of glassware and expensive signs that other vendors had). So many of those were not all that rare, and similar treasures might easily have been up for sale by an individual clearing out their garage or cleaning up their yard or storage area for a fraction of the price the dealers were asking. However, we could fit more stops in if we parked by a large group of vendors, got out and walked to a bunch of sales on the main road before getting back in the car to move along to the next set. Some of the side streets only had a sale or two at a time. You never knew what you might find anywhere! 

Speak Up and Ask!




  • In many of the places, the items were not priced, so after finding out how high some vendor's prices were, it was tempting to assume everything like those that I wanted would be out of my price range at the other vendors' sales as well. I almost passed up some old windows because I assumed they would be as expensive as they were at the guy's place next door. I ended up asking though, and this guy's prices were half that of his competitor's. Because of that I didn't try to talk him down further, which Cally reminded me, I may have gotten them cheaper. I was just glad to get them for cheaper than what I paid for one at home and half of what the guy next door was selling them for. I completely forgot to try and bargain with him. You have to stay on your toes and be on your best game! The longest yard sale is no place for bargain slackers. Gotta be thinking about your strategy every minute.

It seemed that most of the prices were higher than yard sales here where I live. Deals were still to be had though, and there were so many cool items, especially if you didn't mind paying flea market prices rather than garage sale prices. 



We were going fast, so I didn't take the time to really linger too long at any one place or take the time to soak everything in and really peruse all the cool items littered about. It takes time to scope everything out and relish the sights. Mind you, Cally has an eye for a different aesthetic than I, and she tends to turn her nose up at the old scrappy junk I could spend hours pouring over. I saved lots of money because of her response when I'd show her some remarkable old thing that I apparently (in her mind) have no use for. I really didn't buy too much. I spent $57.25 altogether which was plenty, but one of my items was significantly over my usual limit. It was something I'd wanted a long time and had only seen previously for two and three times as much as I got it for here, so I was happy with that. I also got the couple of windows I mentioned for $10 each. The few other things I got were each a dollar or less. The whole experience was lots of fun for the amount of ground we were able to cover in a day, and we made some memories for sure!

It was a day of entertainment, exercise and unequivocally good junk and good people. 

Next up I'll tell you about a couple more people I spoke to and show you a bit of the scenery (not sale related) that we saw which added to the experience as well as show you what I brought home with me!

I'll be sharing this with:

Too Much Time On My Hands






Tickled Pink at 504 Main


Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Vying For My Style Affections

Before I share stories and photos from my recent trip and our day at the longest yard sale, I have to back it up a bit. Here's a smidge of what ensued as I got ready to travel to visit Cally and help her get her new apartment in order ~

I'd had a successful Saturday on the hunt the weekend before I left. I came home with a succinct grouping of items that cost little, and I loved the touches they added to my place.


I'd purchased some silver pieces, but I also found these two books which complimented my living room sweetly.

But wait...I should back up even further and let you in on a bit about where I'm coming from. It kind of hints at where it is I'm headed.

~~~


For the record, I used to be a minimalist. However, these days there is more than one suitor vying for my style affections.

On the inside I still long for "white" space and zero clutter; my heart and mind are grounded upon that comfort and they find security there. However, there was a day when it dawned on me that an unfinished dresser planted solidly in the middle of my family room walkway gave off a "we're moving" vibe in a household going nowhere. It was then I began to suspect that my clingy relationship with clean lines and open spaces might be in jeopardy. Yeah, relationships are tricky. Even in the world of style sensibilities.


That dresser has come and gone; it became a kitchen island at my friend Lynette's house (I'll have to tell you that story and show you how that turned out sometime soon). These days, however, scooting something out the door doesn't preclude something else getting carted right in to take its place. Sometimes it's many "somethings" that take its place.

My Florida room and my loft studio now comprise a sort of clearing house for a random collection of the rustic and the useful, the pretty and the unique. The discards of someone else's life seem needy and they lure my junk-wandering eye to imagine how I could love them into a new version of themselves. You see, as much as I like "minimal", I also enjoy the company of articles from a time that is no more...and since they come in so many forms and with so many functions, and often with such a cool demeanor, the sheer volume of stuff I must have but have no way to use is competing with my love of minimalism. I'm finding my heart is daily wooed by the drama, the sentiment and the passion of the rare and beautiful, the flashy and the functional. It beats wildly at the craftsmanship built into the pieces of the past.

I live in a 56 year old home that still has many of it's original finishes showing. My budget and abilities are minimal. Dreaming of "fancy" in this small space with it's midcentury sensibilities, fixtures and finishes never seemed like a reasonable pursuit. Low rafters and jalousie windows put a ceiling above and walls around the direction I could take my home. Remodeling has been and remains out of the question for financial reasons anyway. Besides, glitz and glam just never seemed to suit this home whose bones reflect a simper time. Then there's the fact that this owner's pocketbook represents a stark reality better suited to a more practical and uncomplicated time.

So I decided to pat the head of the past and make it my pet, to devolve rather than to go for the glitz. I chose simple ideas and homespun touches to take the place of the popular notions of what makes certain spaces ideal in today's design culture, one that often gets hung up on granite and glamour. I work to make my place homey (to me) and I work to make-do. Ah yes, quite a bit of making-do. I guess you could say I married my home for love, not money.

With that said, a smattering of "pretty" is still vital to my otherwise devolved decorating scheme. All junk and patina gets boring and lends a dreary old feel to the surroundings. A room needs some pop and shine, some color and a freshness that comes with a hint of sparkle and a little something sleek or new. I've recently been enamored by silver and found myself picking up pieces dirt cheap for a few weeks in a row. I'm enjoying the much needed touch of elegance they bring to my ordinary-coastal-vintage-midcentury throwback of a home.



I found all of this a couple of weekends ago, including the tablecloth which I bought for 50 cents, and the pack of cloth napkins which cost me $2.50 (I waited to purchase anything until I revisited this sale later in the day when prices had been slashed to half). I paid my $5.00 limit for the pitcher because they wanted a lot more and I figured since Goodwill charges $10 or more for such things, I might as well get it while I could for less. Besides, I thought it had a pretty coloring to it and it is practical. I do so love things that are "practically pretty". That's the best of both worlds.

The original idea was to possibly make chalkboards out of the trays, but once again, after I cleaned them up, I wasn't so sure that was an appropriate ending for such lovelies.

These silver items were $2.00 a bundle. They have yet to be cleaned.

I got all of these for $2.50...

...and all of these for $2.50!

And lest you think all I do is spend my life and money dragging things home from garage sales...here is a little of what else I was up to as I prepared to help my daughter move into her new apartment:

I had two of these cabinet doors lying around in the garage from when we refinished my kitchen cabinets some years back. Of course, I forgot to take a picture before I sanded them down.


Cally asked for a chalkboard but I wasn't sure when I started which color she'd like, so the first one was painted a lemonade green which got distressed a bit. It wasn't until it was done she told me she wanted coral. Luckily there was another cabinet door in the garage. I did not want to paint over this one. I was very happy with how it had turned out.

Remember those drill bits I picked up at a recent garage sale...just as I thought, I ended up needing them...see?  So I actually bought with purpose! Whew!

Cally suggested hanging the chalkboard from rope, so for the coral board, I drilled the holes before I painted.

The store didn't have an appropriate coral color paint to match the lamp I bought at Target for Cally's room, so I mixed three craft paint colors together and was able to pretty well match them up.


Here's the lamp.

Here are the chalkboards as they looked before I left on my trip. I coated the coral painted frame with polyurethane to give it a sheen that felt more cohesive with the shiny lamp.

The colors I used to brew up the coral were:
Tangerine (Ceramcoat brand)
Peony Pink (Americana brand)
72013 Ivory (Craft Essentials brand from Joann's, which is really a pale yellow)

I added too much of the pink at first and had to keep adding the tangerine, then I added a bit of the yellow to get it right. It was trial and error, so I don't have an exact formula to offer.


Cally had hoped I'd find and bring her a full length mirror, but on the way home from church I found this one at the road in front of a neighbor's house. I snatched it up just in case it would do on top of a dresser or leaning against a wall in her room. It was free, so what the heck... so I hauled it along with me as I traveled North.

I wasn't sure if the green chalkboard would be needed, but Cally found a place for it in the hallway just outside of her bedroom door, and I went ahead and drilled the holes in it while I was there so we could hang it. I'd brought rope and happened to purchase a pair of rusty scissors at the longest yard sale (25 cents) (which quickly became one of my most useful purchases in a long time). They were pressed into service to cut the rope. You may see more of my trusty rusty scissors in an upcoming post. They were my hero!

Before I left on my trip, I bought some of the plain white flour sack towels at Walmart that are supposed to be 5 for $5.00. I got home and discovered someone had removed one of the towels so I only got four. I was bummed. If you go to buy some, just be sure you get five in your pack. I had counted them at the store, but they were trickily folded and arranged to look like five. Grr!


These towels are a great canvas for any number of projects. I was in a hurry, so taking time to stitch something on them, as I would have liked to have done, was out of the question. Instead, I got out my craft paint and thought I'd experiment on one of them by painting a wide stripe down the middle and a skinny stripe on each edge of the towel. I wanted to paint thin stripes on either side of the wide stripe as well, but didn't have time. If you look to the left you can see one of the finished thin stripes with the tape removed. I never got a shot once I removed all the tape. Things were hectic as I prepared to leave. Sorry about that. Can you visualize the final look? 

In the end, it turned out cute, but some of the paint faded when we washed it. I hadn't read the directions on the paint for use on fabric (if there even are any) and I hadn't done anything special to set the paint, so if you do paint on fabric, it might help to use a fabric paint specifically and check out how to do it correctly. I'm a wing-it person when I'm in a rush and I was just experimenting to see what I could come up with in a hurry. Even without any designs on them, these towels are nice little additions to the kitchen. They came in real handy as we cleaned Cally's kitchen, and cleaned...and cleaned...and cleaned.

That's it for now... these were my little pre-trip projects. There is more to come on our longest yard sale adventure last Thursday, and I plan to share some shots of the sights I got while traveling from Florida to Alabama as my road trip took me to the Birmingham area. 

Yes, the yard sale vied for my style affections as my eyes feasted upon a treasure trove of vintage goodies spread out as far as the eye could see. I held firm and brought home only a few more items to add to the mix, but boy did my eyes, and my affections, wander.

Stay tuned!



Tuesday, August 07, 2012

This Close to Genius

Hey there! Well... I've been away... went on a roadtrip to Birmingham to help my daughter get her new apartment in shape to move in. Access to the computer was nil most of the time and we were away the rest of the time traveling back to Atlanta to deliver a washer to someone (ironically) as well as enjoying the longest yard sale (woohoo! We got to go for a day!), so blogging got pushed to the wayside for awhile. I'll tell you about the sale later. Today, I want to share with you my near - genius with washing machine repair.

It so happened that the day before I was to leave, my own washing machine broke down, in that it won't spin. There was a lot of wringing of clothes and hands because, well, a washer does play a unique and useful roll in the life of our home. However, I had so much to do to get ready for my trip that I gave up worrying about it for the time being. What else could I do? It would be here waiting for me upon my return. Now I'm back, and I was right. It's still broken. The magic fix-it fairies must get more vacation time than I do because they haven't been by. The nerve.

So I drove North to the beauty of Birmingham and my daughter, Cally, by way of the Florida Turnpike for starters.


For those of you who fret about such things...don't worry...these photos although taken while driving about 78 mph, were done by just holding the camera up, pointing it in one direction or another without looking and letting it focus itself. I didn't ever take my eyes off the road or put my eye to the camera. It was the best I could do as I was traveling alone. It was fun to see later what kind of shots I actually ended up with.


I didn't get out the door as early as I had planned, but it was still dark when I left, and I got to watch the sun come up and the fog burn off as I drove.



But before I can get to the story of my trip and the longest yard sale adventure, let me tell you about today's joyous events.

The need for clean clothes still hangs heavy, but replacing my washer is tricky. Getting it out from where it is and getting a new one in place is difficult (not to mention expensive). So I decided to try to diagnose the problem myself with a little help from the internet. I mean, really, one step at a time, shouldn't I be able to figure out how to take it apart and find the problem?

Sometimes the internet is helpful and gives you the detailed directions on how to do things. I'm not usually that lucky, but that didn't stop me from wasting hours searching first for inexpensive washers and then for a magic do-it-yourself guide. I did manage to get some hints from the misdirections I found, and after having already ripped off  carefully dismantled the two front panels of the washer, I proceeded to do my best to tear the washer completely apart thoughtfully and painstakingly remove one part after another, hoping to find a sock wedged somewhere...a sock that would prove to be the culprit as well as prove my genius and save me a bundle of money, as well as the aggravated, frustrated and really ticked off vocalization of emotion I'm prone to while working on things I have no idea how to do while I dream of someone riding in on a white horse who might save the day. Don't laugh - it could happen. See my previous experience with such here: To Those Who Ride White Horses. Face it, I've had more than my share of white horse riders gallop in to save the day. However, today is not one of those days. Today I'm on my own. I wanted to attempt a daring feat and be able to shout out, "I'm a genius" as I'm prone to doing whenever I figure out something tricky.

I also figured I could avoid getting sweat and dirt all over my clothes as I try to unwedge my washer, scrape the walls up as I try to get it up one step, through two doorways, around a corner, down two steps, through the grass and to the road (and it can only be done on Wednesday night or the code guy will fine me). Then I'd have to find a way to haul another one home, do the whole process in reverse and try to hook it up with the same rig job the old one had to prevent the wash water from overflowing, which was a problem for three years previously, and I have no idea how to do that plumbing. That is another whole story altogether. I'll spare you.



Well, it so happens the air conditioning doesn't reach where the washer is and I had to attach one of the clamp lamps I found at a garage sale onto the washer so I could see. (Score one for the things I purchased knowing one day it would come in handy. It did!) So I was under the hot light sweating profusely and getting dirt and grease all over me anyway. So much for bypassing that by tearing this apart and trying to fix it myself. And so much for trying not to sweat and get dirty since I don't have a washer to wash my clothes!



I was thrilled when I actually had the right socket wrench piece to remove the bolts to get the front pieces off of the washer. Now that I could see in there, I could tell the belt was not broken and that it moved fine. So that's one thing I know is NOT the problem. The motor area at the bottom of the machine looked much more complicated, and it was beyond me to know what down there could be the culprit. I hoped I could discover something around the agitator area because that seemed like the easiest for me to figure out and to fix, so I worked diligently to unclamp the tub from the barrel part hoping my eagerness could just will that to be the problem. I managed to get all but two stubborn clips to come undone.



Finally, after nearly removing the tip of my right forefinger in the process of trying to work the tough ones in the back (a finger tip which I would like to keep), I got one of the stubborn clips undone, and only one remained.

I lifted as much of the top piece I was trying to unclamp as I could but apparently this step was not helpful yet, so I moved on to get the dispenser cap off with a screwdriver (tricky but doable eventually, if you don't give up). After that I could remove the agitator and then hopefully the liner to the tub.



There was a bolt down inside the agitator that I had to undo to get the agitator off. I found the right sized socket for it and got it off! I was feeling pretty good about my mechanical skills at this point because I was so close to getting it apart. I felt very close to being able to proclaim my genius as I uncovered the problem. Oh the anticipation! Hopefully a pesky sock was wedged underneath stopping the thing from turning. Please, please, pretty please, let that be it!



Once that part was off though, my hopes were dashed! I was discouraged to discover there was nothing caught there. My genius hit the wall and there was nothing more that I could possibly do from what I considered the "easy" angle.

In the back of my head was the hope that even if I couldn't find the problem, maybe tearing this thing apart would save money when I do have to call a service guy who charges by the hour (or worse yet as someone online suggested: by the quarter hour!). Knowing what the problem ISN'T should be an asset too and save him some time as well, right? Wouldn't that be genius? At this point I was grasping at all "genius straws".



I almost threw in the towel though and got ready to put everything back and figured it truly was a problem just from underneath in the motor area. But then I cleaned up some of the lint and saw that the lint was concealing four more bolts which attach the tub to the base. Ah, ha! I could take that part off as well. I hoped doing so might lead me one step closer to solving the mystery of the spinning problem. If not, maybe I would be one step closer to saving on the labor costs, and I hoped I wasn't just causing more trouble by removing things the repair guy (if I ever even call one) would have to put back on. Perish the thought!

But, wouldn't ya know...the bolts were stuck. My brute strength was waning. I finally did something that loosened one, but no matter how much I worked the others, they would't budge. My hands were sore from trying to undo and pry things and my bony wrists are hardly any match for these bolts, so with one of them removed,  I was stuck. There are no strong arms or hands in the vicinity to pick up the slack.

So sad. I was this close to genius...

I know - what a shame, right?

Who knows what I may have discovered once I removed the tub. At least I know now that things don't get trapped under the agitator. I always wondered. Some consolation. There is no way for anything to get stuck in a drainage hose either, which I always thought might be a problem. Woopie.

I spent close to an hour on this, between running for new tools, the light, etc., and then figuring out how to get the parts off. By that time, I decided I had wasted enough of my limited vacation time trying to do something that may or may not pan out. I will take a few deep breaths, go play around with the junk I bought at longest yard sale in Gadsden, AL last week and plan my next move.

I didn't buy much, but here's a hint at a few of the items I snagged.

This, that and the other...


More to come on the sale and my trip to Alabama and just a little something I made for Cally's new room at her new apartment.

That's right...I finally got one of these!

If you've ever torn your washer apart to discover why the tub won't spin and had success at it, feel free to share your genius. I could use a genius refresher course right about now. I'm not giving up yet, just taking a break to blog and eat, and of course I have to mow the lawn now too. Aren't vacations great.

If you haven't ever torn your washer apart, now you know a bit more about what's behind and underneath that metal covering.

Yes, of course, you are very welcome.

Anytime.

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