I snapped this photo of my dad last weekend in his workshop.
He is 89 years old and always has a project going.
And yes, that is his smart phone attached to his belt.
I stopped in to visit my Lincoln friend Cindy Wednesday night and bought a lot from her. I had to unload at my dad's house so that I would have room for junk on Thursday. On Thursday I ended up getting one or two things here and there at the neighborhood sales -- like rain drops, they eventually added up. I actually had to leave a few things at dad's house until next time.
My favorite find and probably the only keeper - a circa 1920s piano or banker's lamp.
I love the tag that they stuck on it.
I bought several small and light pieces of furniture --
exactly the kind of pieces I want to focus on.
They say confession is good for the soul: I also bought a large cabinet. The pierced side inserts seduced me. Where were the voices of reason? (Apparently they couldn't come because they had a doctor appointment and had to work). No one to remind me that I am not buying large pieces of furniture anymore. I talked someone into buying it from me while it was still in the van -- PTL. I didn't even get a chance to take a photo of it.
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