My parents and I are junk collectors.  We go to yard sales and flea markets, thrift stores and antique markets.  Occasionally, we’ll pick something perfectly good up off the curb.  I can’t decide if this is a character flaw or an asset.  We get awesome stuff for cheap.  We are helping to reduce, reuse, recycle.  We fix stuff up and then make a profit.  But, we also end up with more than we could ever use, store, or enjoy.

I try to curb my habit, but it’s hard.  I encourage my parents to curb their habits, but that’s harder.  As a result, we usually have a yearly yard sale to try to get rid of those things that we realized we didn’t really need after their acquisition.  I think this year tops all the sales we’ve ever had.  Among our items for sale are:

• antique pieces of furniture that have been refinished
• antique pieces of furniture in need of some TLC
• a trampoline
• a wire frame couch
• tons and tons and tons of gift bags
• lots of clothes, shoes, hand bags, belts, swim suits, etc.
• 2 sewing machines
• a couple of mirrors
• lots of books
• lots of picture frames
• a roll of brown felt backed vinyl, about 5’ in width
• a child’s table and chairs
• Christmas ornaments
• salt & pepper shakers
• stuffed animals
• an antique coal stove
• a library ladder
• a crystal punch set (bowl & cups)
• Mae West Arby’s collector glasses
• a piano stool
• a huge, pioneer microwave

There is more.  It’s unbelievable.  I hope to God we sell lots of stuff because I don’t want to drag anything back into the house!  See for yourself…

That old man in the chair isn’t for sale, but if you make a tempting enough offer I might reconsider.

Those are my folks.  Mom’s hard at work and dad’s counting the money.

Formica topped table shading my big black dog, antique dresser, a couple of pictures…

Bar stool, library table, roll of vinyl, multi-colored couch…

Sewing machine, Samsonite laptop case (new with tags), vintage dart board, cat in the hat stuffed animals, globe…

Yellow Hoover, rocking chair, mirrors, hutch…

Odds and ends…

Clothes & coats, and TONS of furniture my dad pulled out of his work shop…

This hutch looked like a piece of crap when I came home from work yesterday.  My dad magically transformed it.

Come on - you know you think this stuff is cool.  Who wouldn’t want it?