We had a barn sale this weekend.
We don't really have a barn.
Only a garage with delusions of grandeur.
But antiques and vintage, that we have. Too many, in fact.
The house (and the addition, put on to the house to hold the vintage) is packed, and so was the “barn”.
(The drawing easel is not vintage, and regretfully, not for sale.)
Some things actually sold on Etsy while the barn sale was going on -- that was interesting, as I was at my job and Mr. VJIMT worked the sale alone, but the powers of modern technology -- specifically, texting and online access -- saved us from double dipping disaster!
Friends came from far and wide, and some not-so-local peeps saw the photos on my Facebook fan page and purchased via that outlet. Social media at work!
A certain Gypsy girl showed up with a big bill. Why does she always looks so stinking cute?
So now that the “barn” is sort of cleared out, does that mean I can get some goats? Or at the very least, some barn cats?