I haven't been shopping for junk lately. I've been spending too much time here:
That's my deck. It usually has barbies, empty beer bottles and three-day-old banana peels on it. But I classed up my act a little bit for photographic purposes.
As my Facebook fans know, I planted some gerber daisies in a falling-apart tool caddy. (Read about all of the cool old stuff that they use for planters.)
We headed to New Jersey over Memorial Day weekend. My dad lives at the beach, near Atlantic City. (You may remember that fact from this heart-warming story). My mom lives on the way to the beach. She decided to build an inground pool a few years ago as a sickening ploy to distract us on the way to my Dad's.
We always seem to fall for her trickery.
I don't think all the chlorine on earth could kill the poop and pee bacteria in there. I wonder how many times my mom has shocked the pool since Saturday.
The next day, we headed to my dad's. During the 40 minutes between my mom's house and my dad's house, I saw at least 15 yard sales, junk-filled antique stores and new-to-me flea markets. It took all of my strength not to tell Chris to STOP THE CAR! I would have sacrificed a few hours at the beach for a few hours of junking. My family doesn't share the same sentiment.
Look. Maeve's totally not even having any fun:
And Finn looks like he would much rather be following me through a dusty antiques store than playing on the beach with his cousins, Peter and Cade.
Whatever. Someday they will learn about real fun.
Oh - but I DID hit a pre-Memorial Day estate sale. This might make up for a whole weekend without going to yard sales. It is a four-feet-high wire birdcage with a detachable planter at the bottom.
Here is the planter part:
Can you see the sliding door? It gives me easy access to my bird. (That's what she said.)
How about a behind-the-scenes look at how I rigged the birdcage? In order to take pictures of it, I used string to tie the birdcage to the railing on the second floor of my entryway.
It was kite string. Which was really stupid, since the birdcage is very heavy and the string is very weak. Lucky for me, the string didn't break and the birdcage didn't collapse. I would have hated to explain the scratches on the wood floor to Chris. "It was horrifying! I was taking pictures of my invisible bird for my blog and the kite string snapped and nearly crushed me." I don't think I would have gotten much sympathy.