Things we saw garage sale-ing. Don't you wish you lived in Texas?

Renee, A Junk Queen, and I got up early this morning to garage sale. The sun was just coming up over the edge of the world. The fields were still foggy and wet. So was Renee. Two friends were heading towards the same sale, but I gunned the Pumpkin Wagon, and we beat them to the bargains.
They weren't happy about it, though, and one of them really gave us the old evil eye. She didn't scare me. I had Renee sitting shotgun - literally. Renee lost her glasses at the first sale, not the first time that has happened, but we still found this great planter. I hesitate to tell you what this planter was in its first life, because yesterday I said that was my last post about you-know-whats. So just think a minute and it will come to you. Isn't that a great recycle idea? I bet you could pick it up for a song, like the fellow on the left did.

We barely made it home. The Pumpkin Wagon kept pulling over and talking with his friends.

Seriously, Renee says that's the last time we drive that orange thing. It's too little to haul all the stuff she wants to buy!

My last purse post. I promise!

I picked up this little brass purse at the thrift store. It's nicely lined with maroon material. Isn't it a cutie?

Just say yes. It will speed this last post along nicely. If you say no, I'd have to waste time convincing you how cute it is.

So, I put it on a shelf, propped it open with a toothpick, and put my pearls in it.

OK, I'm done with purses.

Speaking of purses...

Today's purse is...no, not another pillow. It's still a purse, but it's a purse with a difference.

When I go garage sale-ing, I need both hands free to dig through junk and boxes. I can't have a purse or keys in my hand because I'll lay them down and cover them up with other people's stuff. Trust me, I've done that.

I can't have a purse over my shoulder, either. It slips down my arm. I jerk it back up. It slips down again. I jerk it up again. It's exhausting and distracting. I've done that too and with this exact purse.

So I went to Lowe's and bought two brass double ended bolt snaps. No, really. That's what they're called. I then unstitched the handles on my purse and secured a bolt snap to each empty handle loop.

Then I snapped the other end of each bolt snap to a front and a back belt loop on my jeans.

Abracadabra, it's a waist-hanging purse.

Not a fanny pack that makes your butt look huge.

Not a tummy purse that makes you look preggers.

But a waist-hanging purse that gives you clean lines front and back, handy lipstick and money storage, and most important of all, hands-free treasure hunting.