As life continues to hurl its challenges, I go back to the things that ground me. Like getting up at 6 am on July 4 to stand in the rain at the Our Lady of Sorrows Annual Trash to Treasure sale.
You can take the girl out of the Catholic Church.
The site of limited edition papal plates and sad clown figurines always brings delight. (See: last year's entry about this sale, which also features sad clowns, board games and kitsch.) I am a:
After a lifetime of estate sale/consignment store visits, I'm no longer compelled to bring all of it home. Instead I take photos. The garbage-bag toting regulars look at me funny as I stand there with my phone documenting everything. Not going to lie: I was tempting to buy the clowns. But I passed on:
When shopping a sale like this you can't go in with any expectations. The universe is just going to send you the treasures you need.
I brought home: These never worn yellow shoes and pair o owls. I'm a sucker for an owl. Two bags of vintage postcards, including this one from Miami Shore Club, mid-60s. A set of Southern Living cookbooks from 1976 (meat loaf ring!).
Two Hollywood regency mirrors, which I will redo in either white, orange or green laquer. I am so predictable.
And the piece de resistance? The black and gold bedazzled unitards, the remnants of a costume shop, which we brought to life during our July 4 celebration at my parents' house. Glitter & Floridana. Can never have enough.