Austin rocks. Besides the fact that it’s the music capital of these here United States, blah blah blah, just when Gadora thought scoring great finds at garage sales was futile… Austin delivers. Case in point…

24" round table with beveled top
And while the GS matron Maria and I visited amongst her things, her GS partner up-sold the early American mirror. “Ok, I’ll take it!”

Mirror and table - score!
More loot found on the way to check out a few furniture stores… practically free, Gadora scored a wicker/bamboo magazine rack (which Sandra suggested might suffice as a snazzy album holder!) and this twirly metal light fixture.

The Loot.
Though we weren’t in the market for a box of pigs, we stooped to get our hands on them. “There are 88 of ‘em in that box!!,” says the seller, propped in a garden lounger under the shade. He collected them for years. Was in some sort of secret swine society…

Piggy posse
Oooooo-kay. But we’re still not paying $100 smackers for your silly sows, Mister. Even IF your cookie jar oinks!

Hog heaven...
Thanks Austin, for another great day! You do rock.
June 8, 2009 at 10:10 pm
Great scores! Can’t wait to see how they speak to you for ‘refashioning’!
June 8, 2009 at 9:08 pm
he was proud of those pigs. i swear if i ever write a book, that box of 88 pigs goes in it. hear me, people? those 88 pigs are MINE!
June 8, 2009 at 4:23 pm
There is something strangely poetic about a box of 88 pigs. I can’t put my finger on it exactly, but it’s there.