We took a long road trip for our anniversary this weekend.
Texas has some awfully strange little towns. Rhonesboro had a tiny BBQ shack, but I was too suspicious of what kind of meat they used. I like that they proudly proclaim, "No Zip". In case you can't tell from my crappy photo, that's a painting of a possum hanging upside down from a branch.
One county had only animal road names, and they appeared alphabetically from West to East. So....we passed Ant Road, Bear Road, Coyote Road, Flying Squirrel Road, etc. Coyote Road was beautiful! It had just rained, and everything was glistening.
One of my favorite pasttimes is driving along old country roads.
Some people might get bored looking at trees, cows, and more trees, but I find it extremely relaxing.
I think it's so pretty when trees meet over the road, forming a tunnel to drive through.
Now, I don't know about you, but a sign like this makes my heart beat faster. I am a die hard garage/barn/estate sale kind of girl. Adam could take them or leave them, but he's a good sport, so we turned onto a long gravel road.
Oh, my goodness! This place was packed to the gills.
The gentleman having the sale had just sold his home, and the new owners wanted all the stuff OUT of the barn. He'd sold things at antique and junk shows for years, but was getting out of the business. This was the last day of his sale, and he was giving the rest of the barn's contents to a local charity first thing in the morning. So everything had to go!
When I walked around a corner, I nearly couldn't breathe. It was an entire wall of old pickle jars filled with STUFF.....toys, crap, jewelry, sewing things.....just Pure Dee STUFF.
The LOVELY gentleman told me I could take as many as I wanted for $5.00. That's not a typo, you guys-----Five Dollars.
Look at all this glory!!!! Are you jealous? Are you?
There seem to be two camps of people......those who like junk, and those who do not. If you're in that first category, you understand why this find is The Holy Grail of barn sales. If you're in the other category, you find my bounty slightly nauseating and you're probably running for the hand sanitizer from just looking at these photos.
Adam got some vintage 'guy things', and I filled another box with treats. The book has poodles on the pages that are flocked, like old wall paper. The photo album is from 1897, and the little manger is hokey and I just like it.
49 Jars.....Forty Nine Glorious Jars, all but 8 of which are crammed full of stuff.
ALL this and man things and my box of treats for under $20. How is that for amazing?
I can't WAIT to find out what is in these crazy jars. I'm thinking I'll save them as special treats. Maybe I'll open one per week?
Do you guys want that to be a feature? "What's in the Jar Wednesdays?" Or something like that? Or do you not care about my precious jar contents?
Either way, I'm happy.
OH. MY. GOODNESS.
There's nothing else to say...except that I think I just wet my culottes.
The Wednesday post MUST happen. MUST...
Posted by: stacy | September 27, 2010 at 12:10 PM
Would love to see whats in the photo album....and Happy Anniversary too! (ours was the 25th on September 25th) YES on the Wednesday what's in the jars! I should have my own "whats in my closets"......
Posted by: Jill James | September 27, 2010 at 03:06 PM
OH MY GREAT GOOBLY GOOS....what a nirvana!! I would have totally freaked. LOOKIT THE JARS!!!
That barn is awesome. Awesome I tell you!
What road was that on? I like coutnry roads too, although i have an annoying habit (not just to Cowboy i annoy myself eventually, too) of singing John Denver's big hit, country roooadss, take me home to the place, i belong...West Virgina (r u singing yet?) mountain mama take me home country roads....
ahem. Back to the jars, and barn sales and junk yards and ohhh, salvage (roo drools) and...well, yes i *am* a germaphobe, but the beauty is that (a) hand sanitizer travels well, (b) clorox wipes rock and (c) you can convince yourself any germs that had been there are long gone.
Possum or Opossum?
Posted by: Rhonda Roo | September 27, 2010 at 06:56 PM
I want 10 jars and the old photo album, okay???
If I can't have them, I vill have to turn you into toad.
Remember how I said I wasn't jealous? I take it back. ;)
Posted by: a fanciful twist | September 27, 2010 at 07:16 PM
ps: the thing that baffles me is how that man got all the stuff to put in those jars? I mean. Where??? Any thoughts??
Posted by: a fanciful twist | September 27, 2010 at 07:17 PM