bowling trophy

bad sign?

bad sign?

Soviet kitsch

this one sucks communally

this one sucks Unitarilly

this one sucks 32 ways

Friday

Elaun & bag

Bake sale ladies

1959 Christmas book with swell graphics

Saturday

Jay & Emolin

Elaun

Yummy breakfast

Willow

The only tool you’ll ever need

My favourite thing about this annual rummage sale is the smell of onions frying (I wish I could capture that in a picture). I usually have a smokie or european wiener slathered in onions but breakfast was so filling I didn’t even consider it.

Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the return of church rummage sale season is so delightful.

I passed on these 3 rattan barstools for $20 which I know I’ll regret on that distant day when I finally have a tiki bar in my house:

I bought this CD for a buck - not the kind of music you expect to find in a church basement:

Last week my friend Elaun invited me to a rummage sale at the seniors association where she works. I was delighted to go because seniors have the best stuff! Just look at this:

It’s a stuffed fish on a plaque for a buck!!! That’s insane! I didn’t buy it cuz it’s too fug, but if it was something I wanted I would have been over the moon. Instead I bought these Hawaiian swizzle sticks for a quarter:

Then we went to one of my favorite annual church basement rummage sales. The food here is one of the big attractions for me. They make smokies and European weiners with optional fried onions, the divine aroma of which assaults you the moment you enter. I always have to have one loaded with condiments including fried AND raw onions (I’m sorry I didn’t think to take a picture). I always like it best when the church ladies make the food themselves and don’t just sell donuts from Tim Horton’s.

I bought a couple of tiki items, 4 records, an Australian party cake book (with cakes shaped like playtipuses and other down-under critters) and a child’s book of magic. In all I spent maybe 6 bucks, not counting the food.

Rummage sales are the best! I’ve had much more success finding stuff at rummages sales than at garage sales which just seem to be a waste of time and gas lately. It’s also less intimidating to poke around in the detritus of someone’s life when they’re not right there watching you.