{She's Gone Junkin'}

Yep, you read that right. Junkin'. Like the song She's Gone Country
(by Alan Jackson, I just googled it cause I had no idea who sang it or any of the words but that line gets
 stuck in my head all the time for some reason )
...but Junkin'.

And Junkin' she went.

Which sounds pretty country in itself and well, yeah, it kinda was.

If you have read much at all around here you know I love antiquing and rummaging.

I know a lot of people call them Garage Sales but we call them Rummage Sales.

Let's go rummagin'. I found this rummagin'. 

That's what my mom has always said.

Anyway. Just look what I found Junkin' over the weekend.

When I say Junkin', I actually mean scrounging...as opposed to rummagin' or antiquing.

 I'm talking about the kind of place that resembles an episode of  Hoarders. The
 kind of place where you need to take your coat off and put your purse down so you can get down to business. Things are actually laying on the floor, knocked over, in piles, boxes on top 

of boxes. Not an antique store, a junk store. But good junk, if you dig far enough.

One thing I was looking for was ribbon or lace or anything to embellish Christmas packages.
And that's exactly what I found....and more.

Score.

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I have plans for all of this stuff. 

You might see JUNK and I do, too.....but just wait.
I have projects lined up. I'm excited.
A free Saturday + Junkin' = A lovely day.

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* Don't forget to join in for Virtual Coffee tomorrow!