Do you like really big yard sales??

These three pairs of shoes are just a few of the hundreds of donations so far 

for my daughter's school fundraiser,

a Really Big Yard Sale!

Since I'm in charge of it,

and just about everybody is tired of selling

chocolates,

and magazines,

and coupon books,

and this,

and that

door-to-door - 

I decided to propose a yard sale instead.

Something I kind of like doing.

And the principal and the PTA board went for it.

And it's gonna be HUGE!

Wanna come?

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b e n n i o n   j u n i o r   h i g h

( i n   t h e   c a f e t e r i a )

c o r n e r   o f   6 2 0 0   s o u t h   a n d   2 7 0 0   w e s t

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9 : 0 0 a m  -  2 : 0 0 p m

p l u s   a   c a r n i v a l !

m a r k   y o u r   c a l e n d a r   n o w . . . 

Donations gratefully accepted. . .

In my backyard. . .

Ever wish for a treasure trove of vintage & visual goodies?

Lucky me. . . I've got one ~

My father-in-law's yard.

Oh, baby. . .

"A baby will make. . .

love stronger,

days shorter,

nights longer,

bankroll smaller,

home happier,

clothes shabbier,

the past forgotten,

and the future worth living for."

                                                                                           ~ a n o n y m o u s

One Friday night on Main Street in Salt Lake City. . .

"Every doorway, every intersection has a story."

                                                                                                  ~ k a t h e r i n e   d u n n

3 Dotters Vintage Rentals. . .

I have this amazing friend who has: 

• an incredibly talented, patient and creative husband,
• three vibrant, life-loving daughters (dotters),
• a house that should be on the pages of Flea Market Style magazine,
• a job that keeps her so busy that you wonder when she breathes,
• a sparkle in her eye and an infectious laugh,
• more talents than is fair for any one person to have (*wink*), and
• a crazy-magic love of all things vintage.

Meet Jen.    

Jen and her sweetheart, Nat, are opening the business they've dreamed about.

3 Dotters Vintage Rentals

They're going to rent all this amazing vintage stuff they've been collecting to folks having parties, weddings, showers, and other fun events.

Need a shabby door?  Check.   Milk glass vases?  Check.   Suitcases?  Need you ask?

They've asked me to photograph their inventory.  Woo hoo. . . what fun!

So here's a few of my favorite photos so far. 

You can contact Jen and Nat on their Facebook page, 3dottersvintagerentals, 

or on Jen's blog, http://3reeddotters.blogspot.com.  

Jen is also on Instagram, look for 3dotters or 3dottersvintagerentals.

Scarecrow tutorial. . .

Hey there, remember me?

Nope? Didn't think so.  I'm the one you can't see in the picture.

Have been a little "in absentia" here on the blog. . . 

I've been preparing for both the Fallow Field Farm Marketplace, held yesterday - what a lovely sale! - and for my daughter's Junior High PTA fundraiser Tag Sale (which moi just happens to be in charge of.  More on that another time).  

Add to that spending time with my sweet DH, the kiddos, the house (oops, haven't been doing much of that lately), the antique mall, and other assorted stuff, and the blog gets ignored.  

O  o  p  s .   .   .

So, to make up for it, I just gotta show you the scarecrows Jen and I made to prepare for Fallow Field Farm. . . and no, we didn't plan them to go together.  We didn't even talk to each other about our scarecrows ahead of time.

It just happened that way.

Kind of spooky, huh. . . .

So, here's my scarecrow tutorial:

Start with funky parts.

Add brains.

Invite them to a party.

Introduce them.

"Steampunkin, this is Dort."

"Dort, meet Steampunkin."

Ahhh, scarecrow love.

A good weekend for junking. . .

Oh, my, it was a good weekend for junking!

The ad said it had "farm stuff."

When I arrived the man said he had "junk."

"Some of it's for sale, most of it's free."

Well, he charged for most of it, but - oh, my - it was good junk.

And the best junk - the scale above.

It cost me the proverbial pretty penny, 

but - oh, my - it was worth it.

And it's even from Detroit, my hometown.

Oh my, how I love a good weekend for junking. . .