Stark Panic

It's June.  That means summer in upstate NY is half over.  HALF OVER ALREADY.  I'm starting to have anxiety about winter already.  It's like John Snow's favorite line is just playing on repeat in my head.

Not to mention it's been raining so much I feel like gathering up two of each kind of dog and finding a Jewish dude with a big boat.

On the weekends I'm dutifully attending church and estate sales to keep my mind occupied. Last week it was two church sales.  Now, church sales are notorious for being the cheapest of all the sales.  They are even cheaper than yard sales. You WILL find things for a dime. 

I've been working on cleaning out the upstairs of our house (The first step in a monumental clean, top to bottom, which will probably take at least 2 years.) which we don't really use, and has sort of functioned as a giant storage area for the past 11 years.  When I say "clean out" I don't mean that I'm putting things in their place and doing some light dusting.  I'm opening every drawer, cupboard, and box, dumping the contents, donating 9/10 of the stuff and then reorganizing the rest.  Thusly, I've been on the lookout for small organizational bins. I bought a bunch of them for a quarter each.  I also got the cocktail spoon for a quarter.  Because, this project is so big you need booze to fuel you onward.

The green wooden bracelet was a quarter and so were the earrings.  The rad flamingo mug was ten cents.  Told you that there would be stuff for a dime.  What is this?  1950?  Should I go down to the soda shop and get a malt for a nickel? (Seriously, that sounds pretty good.  Though, I've never understood the difference between a malt and a milkshake.  But I'm an ice cream fiend and I'm pretty much down for ice cream in all situations.)  The set of vintage tiki salt and pepper shakers were $5.

This weekend I went to an estate sale down the street from my house.  I bought this hanging light for $10.  We'll put a new light kit in it since the cord is both filthy dirty and sticky as sap.  It's also old as the hills and looks like it would burn your house right down.  Thankfully the husband is an expert at putting in new light kits and can do it in a matter of minutes.  I plan to hang it on his side of the bed as a reading light.

All this gorgeous treasure was traded for $8.  The problem with buying jewelry is that I want to wear it immediately.  All of it. At once.  I want to Iris Apfel the crap out of it.

So, In Summary:

Winter Is Coming

If you don't know who Iris Apfel is, we can't be friends.  Since I want to be exactly like her when I grow up.