Our first stop was unexpected. We whipped into a whole-in-the wall thrift store on State Hwy 69. It was touted as a book store but we soon found the lean-to outside the back door was the real honey pot for good junk. It looked like a thrift store barfed up out there. Oh my...there was some serious diggin' there. It all had been rained on & I swear I wouldn't do this at night. She did warn us to watch for the spiders, but thankfully none were seen! There were all sorts of great finds & I spent half my wad in the first store we went into.
One town had a warehouse that stored stuff to the rafters of a self proclaimed hoarder. The entrance was flanked with signs of caution. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK! NO CHILDREN! CASH ONLY.
It was curious, I do have to say. If you wanted a school water fountain, that was the go to place. My blog partner found a wooden holder for slides.. Very cute, she is using it as a photo holder. She found two candle sticks; one vaseline glass and another pottery. I found metal numbers to put on my house, some pottery, a can of stuff & some old patterns.
Our fellow junkers did a lot of looking & not too much buying They both like shiny things and there was very little shiny on this trip--- except for us. It really warmed up over 90 degrees and it sorta wore on us.
Grand Saline had a great Mexican Restaurant that revived us and off we went again.
American Pickers has nothing on us. Besides, we had no intent on bringing back an old car. Although there were plenty to pick from!
We discovered that none of us had been to East Texas to mingle much lately & saw all sorts of characters. Each could have had a reality show named after them. I am not judging; I am a big people watcher & am fascinated by people who are different that myself. Body language, speech patterns and hair styles....it is all good! " Jerseylcious" has nothing on these folks!
We had a rare opportunity to see small towns swell up with all sorts of people. It was good for business and good fun.
The day ended just as strangely as it began with my air conditioning deciding to stop getting cold. We were hot. . .and not in the good way! An hour and a half home in a hot car with the windows rolled down. l cannot remember the last time I did that but it must have been decades ago in the back of a pick up or old car. We were crusty when we got back to McKinney. I felt pistol whipped. Our hair whipped around like a Whirling Durvish & made us all laugh. It was a great "out" to enjoy the scenery...next outing...bowling!