We have an auction in our county.
It reminds me of a movie I saw once with rooms and rooms of stuff that looked like it came over on the Mayflower and rows and rows of boxes with chippy frames and milk glass and old floral frogs and rows of record albums and quilts and tobacco baskets…..
…..and that’s just the beginning.
It’s like all the yard sales in the surrounding counties decided to have a party.
You never know what you are going to find.
A couple of weeks ago I went to the auction.
I was fully equipped with power bars….a diet coke….
….and an open mind.
When I arrived….the auction was in full swing and they were selling boats and cars and trucks and three-wheelers…..
…..and an ambulance.
The place was packed.
Wall-to-wall people everywhere.
I guess ambulance-selling really draws a crowd.
I sat down and ate my power bars and drank my diet coke…..
I watched the bidding on the cars.
And the trucks.
And the bulldozer.
And the boats and the van and the ambulance and the wall of record albums and the all terrain vehicles.
And after they were finished the frenzy hectic bidding on everything people had driven for miles to see.
And the crowds had eaten the hot dogs and drank the sodas and bid on everything in sight with four wheels…..
hee hee 🙂
Leaving an almost empty room and one fortified power bar eater…..
……to bid on all the good stuff.
I bought a pair of beautiful wicker chairs…..for $20.
And an antique round entry way table….for $22.
And on and on…..
….until the auctioneer knew my number.
And just when I was about to leave…..when I could bid no more…..I saw them.
A pair of vintage apple baskets.
They were worn and rustic with a tattered labels and the apple lining still on the inside.
And in my mind….I was strolling through the back pasture at the farm wearing an apron with floppy sun hat perched atop my cascading golden locks….
…..with my apple basket on my hip full of the bounty of the harvest.
(total aside and clarification….we don’t have any apple trees and I don’t own a sun hat and my locks don’t really cascade….but totally minor details to a day dream)
I think I was the only one dreaming….because I was the only bidder.
I paid $6 a piece for them and skipped all the way home…..
….and filled them with hydrangea and hung them on the chalkboard wall.
Good thing I love junk.
Good thing I moved to the country where auctions are the stuff of movies.
Good thing I ate a power bar to strengthen myself for the arduous day of bidding.
But most of all…..good thing I paced myself…..
….and resisted buying an ambulance. 🙂
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