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Saturday:) Finding Treasures at Trade Days

16 Jun

“Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”

― Anonymous, Holy Bible: King James Version


My friend Allison invited me to join her for a treasure hunt today at McKinney’s Third Monday Trade Days just down the road from us. I haven’t been there in a couple three years, so it was long over due. Allison finds amazing bargains and turns them into works of art, mostly wonderful yard art. My backyard is pretty much naked, except for my one painted horses fence section that I put out there last year.

We left around 9am and walked, scoured, investigated, collapsed, and wandered some more until after 1 pm, with only three trips back to the car to load up stuff. It was a pleasant breezy overcast morning, but that didn’t last long. It’s Texas after all. But, it was fun hunting for treasures.

We probably would have lingered longer, but we both have bum knees and neither of us had eaten all day. Also, we were running low on cash and stamina. I plum forgot I was going to make a final stop and buy a cook ukulele. Oh well. Next time.

Here are a few of my treasures. There are a couple of other big ones in the garage that I’m too lazy to go out and take a picture of.

This cool thing I put right out back on my outdoor table. Fits perfectly. Not sure what it is, but I just had to have it.

My favorite find was this old rustic cross. I collect crosses and I love red. This is perfect for my kitchen. Love it!

Allison and I stopped for a quick late lunch at Pep’s Tacos Y Mas, then home. I walked the dog then we took a nice long well needed nap.

Happy Saturday my friends.

Friday:) Finding True Treasures

22 Apr

For where thy treasure is, there also will thy heart be.” ― Anonymous, Holy Bible: King James Version


That’s an interesting quote. You need to contemplate on the meaning a while. If you treasure or value only expensive and monetary things, that is where your heart is. Selfish, greedy, heartless and cold. If you can find treasure in a new fallen snow, a warm summer day, a visit with an old friend, a mother’s touch, or a child’s laugh, then that is true treasure.

Our neighborhood was having a spring community garage sale. On my morning walk, I stopped at several sales, more to chat than to shop. But, I did find a few treasures.

My first stop was the best. I small box with old Golden Books. I commented to the older gentleman seated in the lawn chair that I loved old books. When I looked inside, each book was sign to Eddie. One said “from Momma and Daddy,” and I smiled. His daughter came out,mand I started to talk to her. I showed her the book, and she said, “That’s Eddie over here in the chair.” Eddie told me how he loved reading those books as a child. I told Mr. Eddie that they were going to a good home and I would treasure them, too. 

 Here are the other treasure that I found today.
I spent a total of $6 on all these treasure. Worth a million dollars to me. 

Sentimental Saturday

21 Apr

To expect too much is to have a sentimental view of life, and this is a softness that ends in bitterness. Flannery O’Connor

Yes, I’ll admit it, I’m extremely sentimental. There are certain treasures that mean the world to me. These treasures aren’t made of gold or encrusted with diamonds. Quite the contrary. My lower left-hand dresser drawer is jammed with small boxes filled with homemade jewelry and gifts made by tiny pre-school hands. Mixed in with the ancient playbills and old letters, I have a pair of tiny white baby shoes worn by my husband at his christening and by both my sons at theirs. On top of my dresser, I have photos of my family and friends, little knickknacks, and a silver jewelry box. Inside the box, I keep all the lucky pennies that I find. Tucked behind the jewelry box, I display a small stuffed animal that my son brought back for me from his trip to South Africa a few years ago. “These are a few of my favorite thing.” (Oops! Show tunes.)

I like to see my treasures every day, that’s why they are strategically placed on my dresser. So, you can imagine my horror when I saw Buck traipsing through the family room with my beloved lion cub. A piercing scream stopped him in his tracks, and I rescued the toy before it was damaged. I tucked it safely behind my back so I could continue reading my email. When the phone rang and I jumped up to answer it, I totally forgot my treasure. In my state of distraction, I never noticed that Buck snuck the toy outside with him when he scratched at the door for the fiftieth time. Some ten minutes later, I peeked out the window to check on the dogs, only to see Buck gnawing on the furry toy. This time, a blood-curdling scream heard round the world ensued. Still in my night gown, I chased him around the yard with a broom, yelling bloody murder. By the time I saved my precious lion, it was slimy and covered with mud. I raced to the sink, cursing, sobbing, and scrubbing the beige fur.

To make a long story longer, I cried like a baby. I’m not sure why I was so upset. All I know is, every time I saw that stuffed animal, I thought of my son and how he carried that special gift in his backpack all the way from South Africa just for his mom. So, I cried, and I cried, and I cried. Buck is just a puppy and probably doesn’t know better, but for now, he’s really in the dog house. I can’t stand to look at him. My cherished lion cub is disheveled and will never be the same, and neither will I.