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RiverView Recap

On December 4 & 5, The Junkery Vintage Market once again participated in the RiverView Family Farm Holiday Barn Sale.  This is one of my favorite events of the year!  We’ve had a fairly mild winter so far this year here in East Tennessee but the sale took place the weekend of a fairly chilly cold snap.  Fortunately, the sun was blazing both days and the farm could not have been a more magical place to spend my weekend!

My husband was scheduled to go out of town for work so the logistics of this particular weekend proved to be pretty tricky.  We were permitted to set up Thursday night before the sale so Keith, the kids, and I went over to the Cottage Door to pick up my inventory and delivered it to the venue.

I worked on a few projects Thursday evening and got up early to load the truck.  Once I dropped Archer off I was on my way.

Archer and Mommy - The Junkery

I arrived at the barn super early both days and it could not have been more beautiful there.

RiverView - The Junkery

RiverView Barn - The Junkery

My space was in a corner which made set up on Friday morning super easy!

Sign - The Junkery

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I decided to carry my fall inventory right on into the holidays and had plenty of camping gear and flannel to go around.  I sold both tables on the right Friday day so I brought this adorable desk and abacus to fill the space Saturday morning.

Obviously Graison thought it was pretty cool!

I had an Instagram follower Cathy (right) and her sister come by to meet in person which is maybe only the second time that has happened and will probably never stop being the coolest thing ever.

Followers to Friends - The Junkery

Then some old friends showed up!

 

Roben and Tatum are some very dear friends who always manage to find me wherever I turn up.

Tatum and I love Christmas bulbs and we talk about them yearly.Tatum - Amber 2014 - 2015 - The Junkery

Also, Tatum found a cinnamon roll and took care of business

I’ll close with a few more photos.

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Thanks for reading,

Amber

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Holy Haul Y’all

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Don’t forget about Happy Hollerpalooza tomorrow!

My dad is a real estate agent and being that there is still a good bit of undeveloped land here in East Tennessee old barns and houses are a regular occurrence in his business.  Sadly most people once they purchase a piece of property want the barn and house gone ASAP so they can pop up their what I like to call “Knox Box”  which is basically the same house with a few different floor plans and exteriors to choose from.

What was once rolling farmland peppered with rounded bales and 150 year old barns are now flattened subdivisions with 3000 square foot mini-mansions and pools.

Barn and Bales - The Junkery

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It’s sad to me but hey all in the name of progress right?

So, my dad had a client that was having a small farmhouse and barn removed from his recently purchased property and by removed I mean demolished, hauled off and buried forever.  My dad asked the client if we could come salvage what we could before the demo started. He agreed and we got there about three house before the house and barn was torn to the ground.  I managed to load up some treasures before they were gone forever.

There are two kinds of people in this world, either you are a junker/picker and can see the potential in something or you can’t.  One of the things I love most is the look of disbelief on someone’s face when you throw their junk in the back of the truck while your trying to hide your excitement in fear they may read your mind and they too decide that crusty barn gate would make a good head board. They are the same goobers following their wife around a barn sale handing me their debit card to pay for the galvanized bucket she is going to put her Christmas tree in or the potato basket to put her fall mums in.  I never tire of that look. Never ever.

Without further adieu:

Truck and Trailer(2) - The Junkery

Yes the pic is blurry but that is most definitely a tree growing out of the barn.  It should also be noted that my dad falls into the “I have no idea what you want with this junk”  category which I am fairly certain he mumbled no less that 5 times that day.

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This is my happy as a pig in mud face.

Truck and Trailer - The Junkery

There was probably a massive Kerosene tank that was loaded after this pic was taken.

Special thanks to my Dad who thinks I’m nuts but helps me anyway.

Thanks for reading

Amber

It’s hard out here for a Junker

In my line of work you run into some things sometimes that you have a very hard time letting go of.  Here are a few of mine:

(I realize these were posted to The Facebook a couple of weeks or so ago but It’s my blog and I can post if I want to)

I can’t even get over these 1935 Homer Laughlin “Appletree” Mixing Bowls.

Homer Laughlin Bowls

According to this 1933 Advertisement there was originally 5 bowls in the set.  I have seen some sets even with missing bowls go for almost $300 bones on Etsy and Ebay.  If and when they go, there will most certainly be a background check involved.

Homer Laughlin Advertising

Not sure what the story is with these retro mugs but the sayings are quirky and totally caught my eye. If it is weird and different I usually like it. I love the unexpected “Bless this lousy kitchen.” Which is your favorite?

Mugs - The Junkery

Do we even need to discuss the Ironstone Pitcher?  Of course I kept it, massive crack and all.

Ironstone - The Junkery

Thanks for reading.

Amber

Vision

Have you ever had a clear vision of something you wanted, in your mind, with no clue where to begin to make it happen?

I guess I have always known junk was my thing. As a young child, we are talking five or six, (because I kept EVERYTHING) on cleaning day my mother would stand at the door of my bedroom with a black trash bag large enough to fit a body and demand I choose what would go in that bag, never to be seen again. As traumatic, or perhaps as, dramatic, as that sounds I am certain anything that went into the abyss of that gigantic black bag went to some well deserving family or charity. All I knew was I had to part with my junk that I loved dearly so that I could make room for, you guessed it, more junk and I was not happy about it. It made for many tear filled Saturday mornings for both my mother and I. Sorry mom!   I also vividly remember the first time I saw potential in a piece of furniture. I was 11 and shopping yard sales with our babysitter.   That morning my mom had given me a $10 bill and about the third yard sale in, I spotted a small oak table with a drawer. I had no idea why I wanted it, or what I would do with it, but our babysitter graciously helped me schlep my $7 table to her mini-van. As soon as I got home I set about refinishing that little side table by sanding, staining and sealing it. I don’t remember even asking for my dad’s help. I just poked through the garage and sort of figured it out.   Short story short I have moved 3 times and have never been able to part with that little side table which serves as my husband’s night stand to this day.

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The quality of this photo is crap but you get the idea right?

I don’t know where this blog or this business will take me but I knew if I didn’t do something to coral all of this creative energy rolling about inside my head I would go crazy or at least be really depressed.

I have no clue what I am doing and have spent two years (yes, paralysis by analysis, guilty as charged) trying to figure out what to do with these ideas so bear with me while I inevitably violate every blog/grammar/business rule known to web-kind.