I did followed all of the rules. I did my housework last night. I planned out my route in advance. Got gas. Got cash. Headed out this morning for some much-anticipated junking. Big sigh.
I did not come home empty-handed, as you can tell, but the Picking Overloads did not make it easy for me. In fact, it felt sort of like they were kicking over trash cans to slow me down every step of the way. (First new flamingo I have added to my collection in several years.)
Maybe it is because Portland was anticipating the first 90 degree day of the Summer. It seemed that no matter which route I took I encountered a street fair and road closure. (Brand new vintage, with tags, Little Jane organza full apron.)
Now, had I been headed to street fairs, I would have been quite delighted to find there were so many, however, I was headed to estate sales. (Carded buttons, patterns and a pair of sweet crochet hot pads.)
My car proclaimed it was not 90 degrees, it was 99 degrees. Thank goodness for air conditioning. I did not know Portland has so many "unimproved" roads. I did not know a Scion xB could blow through a quarter tank of gas in one morning of junking. (Nice pile of lace, trims and ribbons.)
Just the sort of morning that "gets it out of your system" for the rest of the weekend. If I go anywhere tomorrow, it will NOT be picking. It will be a nice, clean, air conditioned antique mall! (I haven't added a new jewelry box to my collection in a while, either.)
Peek-a-boo! (Turquoise train case complete with the key!).
I hope the Picking Overlords are smiling down on your weekend!
