Did Someone Say Party?

I just read on Theresa's blog that Flea Market Style is hosting an "I'm a Flea Marketeer Party". I know, I know...y'all knew all about this, but guess what? I didn't! I am so out of the loop and so behind on my reading that this just slipped under my party radar! Now never let it be said that ol' Trash would let a good party get by her even if she has to show up late (after all, Party is my middle name)! Let's just say I'm being fashionable, okie dokie?

It's such a great idea for sharing what's been found while shopping garage sales, flea markets and all kinds of venues. Since we just got back from Zapp...or as I like to call it...The Mother Ship...I thought I could scrabble up some stuff from the show, but then the light bulb went off! While looking through my photos for stuff to upload...it hit me! I've got some doozies of priceless treasures to share that are definitely one of a kind!

In Cat Daddy and my meanderings, we have managed to pick up some real beauts...just take a looksee for yourself! (In an effort to protect the innocent and because I am such a terrible photographer, the names have been withheld...unless you take it upon yourself to make your identity known. Trust me, I'll never tell!) He and I have been doing this crazy business for a lo-o-o-ng time...too long to count and in that time, we have met some of the most fantastic, creative and funny people along the way. Thankfully, most of them (notice I said most) I can say are our friends (until now, I'm afraid).

Too many to name, but all a huge part of our lives! Had we not become junkers, the opportunity would never have presented itself to get to meet and amass such a wonderful collection of people.

And as long as we continue to junk, it will never stop! Why, I got to find new friends this show...friends I treasure just as much as the old ones!

We all age and get a little rusty in the memory department. Parts creak, wear shows, but oh the patina that the years create. It's important to never try and alter this patina...time and love created it! After all, you wouldn't want to ruin the value of such a great treasure, would you? Besides, doncha know...old junkers never die...they just lose their polish!

Nothing makes me happier than for new and old friends to drop by our tent to say hello and perhaps share in a toast...or two!

They empower us...give us strength...make us laugh!

I can rely on them to always amaze me and lift me up even when I'm feeling my worst! The smiles they provide are ridiculously huge and there is no way to put a price tag on that!

They provide guidance and support.

Risk takers, one and all!

And did I mention, they always manage to make me laugh at them and at myself!

Yes...junk is good...but junkers are even better!

They always provide a soft spot to land and an ear to listen!

So with my new Elvis in tow, I'm off to see if I'm too late to party...keep your fingers crossed!

By the way...if I haven't said it before...I love my life!

(Last photo courtesy of Garden Antiques...Thanks T and Mark!)