I love a collection of vintage items. It’s fishing season here in Texas, which reminds me of an awesome vintage fishing lure collection I ran across years ago. Start your own collection by visiting my store:
link on right side of this page. The Grapes of Rather’s Store
Been treasure hunting lately? I love going to garage, estate, and yard sales. Sometime back in the early 1990’s I held several sales, and a neighbor reported it to “the people” (?). Apparently you cannot have more than a designated number of sales, or else you need to have a tax number. Thus…The Grapes of Rather’s Store was born.
Since we have moved and gotten rid of stuff, I miss scrounging around the house for items to sell. I miss going to Estate Sales, buying “must have” trinkets and then turning around and selling them! My boys do not miss any of this. Many a Saturday morning, I would drag one boy or the other along with me to go “treasure hunting”. They hated it the most when i spotted something sitting in someone’s trash on the curb. Yes, I am not too proud. My friend Renee, taught me that!
Coming soon…..treasures for sale!
Lately I have taken to sitting at my picnic table in the backyard with my camera right next to me. Usually I have a bandana with ice, wrapped around my neck, a book, and a big ole glass of water and I’m good for an hour or so.
I’ve joked with my man about being old now, because I like to watch birds! Maybe it is because I have a little extra time. We had a family of woodpeckers visiting. There was a couple of pileated woodpeckers and a youngster. Mom & Pop were big! I am not kidding, they were at least 14 inches tall. I didn’t measure them because they scared me to death swooping in and out of my yard. Here is one;
She is precious.
Now , I would have to say my favorite creatures in the yard are lizards. Geckos are really cute but I don’t see them much at our new house for some reason. This little fellow hangs out by the back door a lot.
Here is the worst thing that happened to me last week: I killed a snake. Gag. He was curled up next to my front faucet. I called my man all hysterical and he walked me through the assassination. Shoes on, shovel in hand, I whacked this copperhead’s head right off….
Sorry, just had to share that. A neighbor brought me a jug of “snake stopper”. I will let you know if it works.