Monday, November 12, 2012

Divine Secrets of the Junking Sisterhood

by Leslie Brier
 A few weeks back my friend Janet treated me to the most divine weekend of junking. We spent three glorious days stopping at every single antique shop, thrift store, and junk pile between Fredericksburg and Smith Mountain Lake. The junking was punctuated by button sorting, good food and lots of chocolate.

Janet and I have truly mastered the womanly art of junking.
If it was rusty or dusty, we stopped to look at it.
 When I go with my husband, and see an enticing pile of rust by the side of the road, I'll usually get one of three responses: "Huh?" "I didn't see it." or "You should have told me sooner".
Janet has catlike reflexes that allow us to go screeching into the seediest of roadside junk shops in the blink of an eye. 

 We didn't miss a single roadside stop, even when our knees and backs were begging for mercy.

Black Dog Salvage in Roanoake was one of the highlights.

 We came home with tons of good stuff, and I was even to recipient of two freebies - random acts of kindness from dealers who knew how much we appreciated their wares. I can't wait to get started making robots and jewelry from the goodies that we found.


~*~Patty S said...

ah warms my heart thinking of you two appreciating and rescuing so many treasures!

fun post
your pix have me drooling!
Junk On!

Elizabeth said...

Next time , I want to come!!! Can't wait to see the treasures!!!

Janet Meyers Moss said...

Ah, sweet, sweet memories....that we will DEFINITELY do again. And thanks for the compliment on the 'turn in here' reflexes...I can't get away with that with anyone except my junkin' family just doesn't appreciate those particular skills of mine. =D