I’m such a slacker. Don’t know what’s come over me. Actually, that’s not true. I’ve gotten a little carried away with the soldering iron. It’s overtaken all my free time and most of my conversations. And today I spent all my free time hauling junk for my space in Llano! (Well, actually that was two days ago! I’m just now finishing this post!!) But…let me get to the point of this blog. The alleged stolen Ouija has resurfaced. It was stuffed behind a bunch of stuff somewhere else in the store. The planchette has yet to be recovered. And since I can’t think of ANY other use for such an item, I’m left believing it’s stashed somewhere in the shop as well. The question that will never be answered remains … did someone hide the Ouija so they could be sure it was there when they had some available Ouija cash? Or … was it stolen, only to be returned due to the baaaaadddddd curse it was sure to bring to the thief? Guess we’ll never know. So, indeed, this little bit of information left me no other choice but to FINALLY sit down and blog. The soldering iron has been put to bed for the evening, just like my entire family. And I do have pictures from the shop to share tonight. They were taken a couple of weeks ago, however, so some of the merch has already sold. But at least you’ll get an idea of what I’ve been finding. I didn’t go to many estate sales over the summer. I’d read the listings, and everything sounded too new. The couple of sales I did force myself to attend weren’t up to par. So I’ve been relying mostly on my secret sources — HA! Some secret — and the flea market. I’ve always had a theory that there’s plenty of junk to go around. But after a summer of slim pickins’, I’m left to wonder if, in fact, the world can run out of junk. The love of old stuff seems to maybe skip a generation, so what if we’re approaching a change in generation, huh? Pretty morbid thought, I know, but I honestly thought about it after seeing new crap everywhere I went over the summer. But back to those secret sources… The source I stalked forever is, like, junk goddess to the masses. I’ve run into a number of professional junkers on my visits to her. In addition, she’s sold to Robin Brown of Magnolia Pearl and to the owner of a local store called Me & My House. ::pressure:: I do have one anonymous source that I can’t reveal. She’ll give me the boot if I do. She said so. Our meetings remain one big happy secret. On my part, at least. And any success that I’ve earned so far is a credit, in part, to her good eye. I hope these photos are eye candy for you: spectacular metal table with glass top is still available.
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Return of the Ouija meets return of the blogger