I woke up this morning at the crack of dawn, on a Saturday mind you, and not assisted by an alarm, but by the sheer joy of knowing I would get to travel a few short miles to a neighborhood estate sale. The love of rummaging through the junk and treasures of an estate sale, garage sale, yard sale or auction is definitely in my blood. I grew up in Ohio and so frequented auctions with my grandparents and quickly learned the art of finding a sweet deal. I also acquired the taste for buying things that I love, but don't necessarily need. But there are worse things, right?
I always feel lucky when I happen upon something that delights me, that no one else has snagged, and is within my budget (which is usually a few cash dollars tucked into my back pocket). Today I procured, among other things, four beautiful glasses (one of which I will be using shortly for a glass of red wine), and a miniature set of owls, both vintage and trendy!
