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trade days

hey y’all!

the FAGs have returned from fredericksburg’s trade days and i’m just guessing, but i bet frederick and his little burg will not soon forget the FAGs. when we hit a town, we HIT it HARD.

okay, sometimes harder than others. i’ll admit to some shananigans here and there across texas but i must say we (the FAGs) were rather docile this weekend. it might’ve been the rain on saturday. the cooler temps. the swampy, muddy muckiness that we had to traipse through to get to the vendors/barns. i don’t know. but in that true FAG spirit, we persevered. can’t keep US away from The Junk Hunt … nor rain or sleet or snow, blahblahdiddyblah blah.

it seems The Head FAG (moi) was the only one wearing sensible footwear (my skechers running shoes … not that i EVER run … with lots of arch and heel support) for that kind of slogging and slopping about.

FAG #2 (let’s call her Bonnie for laughs) wore FLIP FLOPS. cute. v. v. cute. pink, even!! and cute pink toenails to match!! on ANY other day, she would’ve been stylin’. well, she was stylin’ … but after smushing her way through the mucky field of ankle-deep muck, she wasn’t feeling so stylish after all. bless her heart.

FAG #3 (jannetta, by default) wore her funky (but stylish!) TOE sock shoe thingies. i don’t know what they’re called. but they’re not toe socks. they actually have a rubber sole on them. they just look like toe socks. she was pretty mucked up too, as it happens.

now, having said all that, we didn’t let footwear (or lack thereof) nor the rain, nor the v. cool, breezy weather keep us from FAGGing away at trade days.

the vendors were marking things down because of the rain. “rainy day specials!” some of them called it. i’d never been to trade days or anything like it and i was, well, slightly overwhelmed and overstimulated. 6 barns full of junk. acres more of outside vendors (they were rained out on saturday but up and running on sunday). oh my!

by mid-afternoon, my poor old bones (and muscles and joints and every other fiber in my tired old body) were creaking, aching, throbbing, SCREAMING at me and i had to raise the white flag. sorry FAGs. yes, i was the party pooper. ME.

we checked into our hotel and i rested while the others went on their merry way. good! y’all go on, little FAGs and have fun. after a hot shower and popping a pain pill, i crawled into bed and tried to sleep. TRIED being the operative word. seems as if we had some sort of motorcycle gang-like people next door and they were on the noisy side. arghh. do i complain NOW, or LATER?

please don’t misconstrue. i am NOT anti-motorcycle gangs. honestly. i don’t personally own a hog, or whatever the hell it is they call them, nor do i especially enjoy the *noise* that they make, or the black leather and chains and studs and bandanas that the riders wear, god bless them. it’s just not my cup of tea. however, i DO take issue with noisy people at hotels. even if they’re driving a mini-van … heck, especially if they’re driving a mini-van.

thankfully, as it happens, the motorcycle “gang” quieted down and we didn’t hear or see them until we left our room to check out. they were hanging out next to their cycles, preparing themselves (bandanas? check! mirror-reflective sunglasses? check! ciggies? check! tight-jeaned b!tch? check!) for the day’s adventure.

bonnie and i edged quietly past them, heads down, trying not to stare, while loading up the camry. when we got in the car, we felt safe enough to take a closer look at them. sheesh! they were about our age (grownup hippies) and were very subdued and civilized with their bottles of evian water (which they probably used to chase down their morning blood pressure pill and anti-depressant).

no WONDER they were so quiet last night! they were SLEEPING! so much for my “motorcycle gang” story having an exciting ending … haha.

it was a fun weekend, as it always is when FAGGing. even if we didn’t land in jail (haha) or have a tumble with a gang of hog-riders, we did get lots of treasures … some to take home in my camry, some to store in our hearts forever. wouldn’t trade THAT for anything.

enjoy the pics.

love and hugs,
terry lee

KILLER rug!! have been searching for the perfect colors/roses on a rug for my paris room. found her!! used and a bit scruffy, but oh-so-lovely. and it wasn't for sale. had to do a little pleading with the vendor ... but in the end, she sold it to me. for a SONG!

KILLER rug!! have been searching for the perfect colors/roses on a rug for my paris room. found her!! used and a bit scruffy, but oh-so-lovely. and it wasn't for sale. had to do a little pleading with the vendor ... but in the end, she sold it to me. for a SONG!

another view ... it is PERFECT in that room!

another view ... it is PERFECT in that room!

v. pretty retro ottoman ... love the color!!

v. pretty retro ottoman ... love the color!!

gorgeous pink chandie, i'm thinking it'll find its home in my bedroom

gorgeous pink chandie, i'm thinking it'll find its home in my bedroom

another view ... i LERVE it!!!

another view ... i LERVE it!!!

v. sweet little girl (that blonde ponytail and bangs is SOOO lil' terry lee!) with clock and cat. too sweet to pass up. her clock doesn't work, but when i got home and pulled her at of the bag, she was TICKING!!! and then she stopped. hmmmph.

v. sweet little girl (that blonde ponytail and bangs are SOOO lil' terry lee!) with clock and cat. too sweet to pass up. her clock doesn't work, but when i got home and pulled her out of the bag, she was TICKING!!! and then she stopped. hmmmph.

one of my fave pieces of the trip. had a NFS sticker on it. whaa?!?! when it finally (duh) occured to me what NFS meant, i KNEW i had to have it! she's too lovely. and PINK. little old lady vendor at an antique mall didn't wanna sell her, but as usual, my wicked wiles prevailed.

one of my fave pieces of the trip. had an NFS sticker on it. whaa?!?! when it finally (duh) occurred to me what NFS meant, i KNEW i had to have it! she's too lovely. and PINK. little old lady vendor at the antique mall didn't wanna sell her, but as usual, my wicked wiles prevailed.

another view ... so bel et féminin!

another view ... so bel et féminin!

woohoo! found a PINK lu-ray platter for a steal! will add her to my growing lu-ray collection that started with my mom's blue platter. love those pastels!!

woohoo! found a PINK lu-ray platter for a steal! will add her to my growing lu-ray collection that started with my mom's blue platter. love those pastels!!

lovely pink flowered platter. a gift from jannetta, thanks!

lovely pink flowered platter. a gift from jannetta, thanks!

sweet hand-crafted piece ... love the colors in this too! rainy day special: $3

sweet hand-crafted piece ... love the colors in this too! rainy day special: $3

another cutie by the same vendor. goes perfectly in my paris room! $1

another cutie by the same vendor. goes perfectly in my paris room! $1

ATTENTION!

ha! i bet you thought i had finally stopped talking. well, almost.

if you’re interested in a fantastic blog contest with a super-duper prize, check out my sister’s blog, Welcome to My World to read all about it!

okay, now i’m done. 🙂

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Hey y’all!

We (Central Texas) escaped the worst of Ike’s strike, thank God. But it breaks my heart to see the damage Ike wreaked on Galveston Island. I have so many wonderful childhood (and adult) memories of the island.

As promised, here are some photos of my new furniture. We recently put in new flooring (see previous blog) and so naturally, the old furniture looked even worse on the new floor … which meant new furniture!

Having raised three children (if you count my 15 year old, who technically isn’t totally raised), I should’ve known that my new furniture wouldn’t remain pristine for long. But I didn’t expect it to happen so frickin’ soon.

Last night, after a lovely dinner with my loving hubby, I put my jammies on and settled into MY chair (oversized, stuffy, comfy chair that I called dibs on before the furniture was even delivered) to watch Ike’s mischief on the Weather Channel.

My feet were the first to notice something amiss. The ottoman was covered with something that felt very uncomfortable to my tootsies.

“What’s on this thing?” I asked aloud while hubby sat quietly on the loveseat, tracking Ike.

On closer inspection, I started to notice orange crumbs all over the ottoman AND chair. Oh.My.Gawd. There were CHEETO crumbs everywhere.

That’s when I remembered that my son (yes, the 15 year old whom I haven’t fully raised) told me that he ate Cheetos and Poptarts for lunch that day (we believe in well-balanced, nutritious diets). He was home alone and apparently decided to have himself a little picnic ON. MY. NEW. FURNITURE. And of course, he chose MY CHAIR.

Sheesh!! The furniture salesman said my new furniture was stain resistant and had the “best in the business” scotchguard. So I tried not to panic and began wiping, shaking, sifting, shifting and lifting a trillion damn Cheeto crumbs and orange stains off my brand spanking new chair and ottoman.

I was sick. SICK. I think I got them all, finally, but at the cost of a near stroke and nervous breakdown.

Hubby, still watching Ike from the new loveseat, gave little moral support. “I use the TV tray when I eat in here”, he offered. “Besides, it’s only furniture, honey.”

Okay, I KNOW it’s only furniture (and there’s a huge hurricane slamming Texas) but it’s BRAND NEW FURNITURE. I’d hoped that we could be civilized enough to keep it clean for at LEAST a week or two. Especially since there are no toddlers or a certain long-haired chihuahua (hello, Domino … I still love you!) in the house.

Sigh.

When my son returns home from his father’s this weekend, we’re going to sit down together and have us a little “come to Jesus” chat: No eating on the new furniture! Here’s a novel idea … eat at the flipping DINING TABLE. We have two to chose from.

Okay, enough ranting. Enjoy the pics. I’m also including a few of some great pieces that Sue (vintagesue) made that I picked up at her booth last week. I love them all, but I think my favorite is the “Vintage Queen” collage. Oh how I wish I had a fraction of her creativity and talent! Love, love, LOVE her work. Thanks, Sue.


Vintage Queen, by Sue. Gosh, I love this piece!

Vintage Queen, by Sue. Gosh, I love this piece!

Close up

Close up

Old hand mirror, blinged up. Sue's the best!

Old hand mirror, blinged up. Sue's the best!

Sue's pillow art

Sue's pillow art

Sweet collage ... I call it Sophie's Boot (Sue's creation, of course!)

Sweet collage ... I call it Sophie's Boot (Sue's creation, of course!)

Charming box, blinged

Charming box, blinged

The little dresser is Sue's magic. The picture and frame are from Sue as well

The little dresser is Sue's magic. The picture and frame are from Sue as well

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Hello y’all!

Have been back at work for a week now. Gosh, I forgot how much FUN it is!! Getting up early, working all day, coming home exhausted, flopping into bed early. And then best of all, I get to do it all over again the next day! Woohoo!!!

I’m in rather hot water with my hubby, whom I left at home with the flooring project to complete. Actually, all he had to do was WATCH the installers and of course, move around some of the furniture. Okay, okay, sweetie … I know the piano is heavy!!

By the time I came home each afternoon, the guys were wrapping up their day of installing and all I had to do was figure out where I wanted my furniture (something I’m still working on!).

I took some pics for y’all, but because I’m so tired (or lazy) there are no clever captions under them. You’re big girls (and boys) and can probably figure out what you’re looking at.

One disclaimer as a preface: The house was/is still a mess in parts (you’ll notice the vacuum sitting pretty like a piece of furniture, dust on the floors from the installation, books stacked on the hearth, etc.).

Please disregard and simply rejoice with me in how lovely the new flooring is! 🙂

Love and hugs to all.

Till next time! 🙂

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