While I was thrifting zippers, my mother was thrifting at Madison Bouckville, our favorite annual antique extravaganza. I wasn't able to go with her this year, but she called me frequently and sent photos so that I felt semi-transported to those fields of vintage heaven. I had put in two requests: wooden crates and a large cast iron frying pan. At the end of the day, her little pick up truck reminded me of a peddler's wagon pulling up in front of the house... we all went racing out to see what treasures she had hauled.
I'll share more after I take some pics, but here's a peek. The crates... oh, they were even better than any I could have dreamed up!
I'm sending you all some good *thrifting*rescuing*finding* mojo for the weekend ahead!