Out and About

And generally terrorizing entertaining sellers at yard sales we were.

“Is this your impersonation of Yoda?” Jabber inquired.

Impersonation?  I thought you knew?  I AM Yoda………

Yoda it is.


As I was saying, off went the Brocanters to brocante.  Four there were this morning—Thumper, Girlfriend, Vanna and Jabber.  To several sales we did go………

Approaching the first sale in a nice neighborhood, we noted that the front windows were open and a workman was doing something at the window sill.  We walked up the driveway and viewed the items, seeing that a woman was standing there—the seller no doubt.

Girlfriend picked up a waffle iron and asked no one in particular, “I wonder how much this is?” 

I was standing next to her…….

A deep male voice boomed, “That’s $5 and it’s a good one!” The male voice startled us both and Girlfriend looked up and around befuddled.

Jabber asked, “God?  Is that you?”

Whereupon, of course, we all collapsed (metaphorically, not literally) in gales of laughter.  The voice came from the workman, of course, the other seller/homeowner, who we had forgotten was working on the window nearby.

Moving along, moving along………………

image  Jabber trying on ballet shoes

They fit.  Jabber had the perfect pose.  Above, Jabber does the pirouette (or some such).  Alas, the Brocanters advised that it wasn’t her. 

It just wasn’t.

Jabber left the shoes—they were only $4 and in mint condition!  Oh my………..sad she was.


But she did buy the waffle iron.  $5.  Flips over to be a flat griddle.  “God” was right.  Buy!!!

image  The Brocanters

Seriously considering something or another…..

Vanna found THIS! for her daughter-in-law.  She reported it will be just perfect for her!


Thumper acquired this set of pictures from the Lucille Ball show—perfect, said Thumper!  Seems she and her real sisters like to pretend they are Lucy and Ethel and often have conversations similar to some of the TV shows. 

(This is not too different from the conversations in the van, but we won’t go into detail here about that.)


I don’t know.  I don’t have a sister.  I do have a Ricky, however.  Well, sort of…………

Just then, Thumper held up this,

and started laughing……..


Why I know not. 

And we laughed ourselves silly.  The seller was looking at us all oddly by now……..mumbling something about straightening her hair and how she’d used that and, well……….we were paying her no attention.

And then Thumper spotted this and reported she could ‘ace’ that game, having watched about every single episode several times…….

We don’t know a lot about Thumper’s past.  This is a concern. 

But not much of one.


Moving on, it was the usual Thumper and Vanna show in the back of the van.  Those two can come up with the strangest funniest conversations ever. 

Continuity has nothing to do with said conversations, either. 


Jump from one topic—say, where to go for lunch?—to the price of toilet paper ($1 a roll Thumper reported!) in one breath.  Always a  challenging and stimulating conversation, let me tell you.

Driving along through the country roads where we THOUGHT we knew where we were—but didn’t exactly…….

It turned out we were moving on to Tag,

(The previous sellers were happy to take our money and see us go.  Especially see us go I think.)

an antique shop located on Old Hillsboro Road near Franklin, Tn.  We stumbled upon it—well, actually we WERE looking for it, but didn’t realize it was on the road on which we were lost. 

Truly God does help idiots and drunks. 

(I am not saying which we are most of the time………)


Girlfriend found an antique wedding hat!  It’s lovely:




But she didn’t need it. 

Had the same hubby for decades and doesn’t desire a change.  Besides, the jeans jacket just didn’t work with it. 

Southern Fried Patinas is moving their location to Tag—they are in the process now of moving in.  Be sure to hop on over to see what they have to offer soon!


As our travels took us to unknown places (to us), we admired some Halloween and fall decorations provided by individual homeowners and Mother Nature:


We decided someone really had too much time on her/his hands with this one.


Spectacular colors in the tree and bush in this neighborhood!


Beautiful berries—blue!—in this tree.  I believe it is a Blue Cedar tree!



A charming display by homeowners above—these people were retired and had beautiful furniture to sell.  They’d updated their look inside the home.  Unfortunately, our homes are not in need of more furniture, so we had to pass up the excellent items for sale.


Yet another spectacular orange tree. 

Our adventures to parts unknown, a new antique store and just generally being a bit lost had made us hungry.

So we went to Corner Pub and had lunch.

Hope you, too, got out and about and saw some fun and interesting sights in your area this beautiful Saturday.  Mother Nature is putting on quite a show this year, so be sure to enjoy it!



“There you are ‘gan,” Jabber pondered out loud.  “You peoples is NUTS!”

Yes, what’s your question Jabber? 

Seems half-craziness is contagious and we’ve infected same on some of our Brocanter friends.  Lucky Sosew wasn’t there this morning, so she missed out.  She is the only one still sane.  Or at least as sane as this group ever is.

Achillies* Weeders, it was only Vanna, me and Girlfriend for standers early this morning.  (But not for enders.) 

(*Achillies means actually—Jabber likes to make up words here lately.)

Where oh where was Cupcake?  Where could she be?

OH! We all fixturated it out at the same time……..

—at the YMCA in a class!  We drove there, parked in front, and formulagated our attack….sent Girlfriend in to go grab her. So Girlfriend snuck into the workout class and drug her outta’ there.  None too soon, Cupcake reported.  She was about to go against the wall!  (with the body ball—where one has to squat umpteen times with one’s back pressed against a big rubber ball for support.  A possible horrific encounter of the sore muscular type.)

Girlfriend saved her from that!   And crunches to boot….

“Crunches to boot?  How are those done?” Jabber inquired, flabbergasted.  “Does one put on boots to do it?”

No, but we put on hats today towards the end of the sales. 


L to R:  Cupcake, Thumper, Girlfriend, Jabber and Vanna.

The hats were only $1 each and such a selection to choose from!  We all found the PERFECT hatification for each one of our very own selves, don’cha’ think?

And when Girlfriend got into the van on the trip home, she discovered her hat said this:*


The label is “So Patricia’

And, other than Girlfriend, what do you think Girlfriend’s REAL name is?  She said this gave her goose bumps.

So it was officially declared HAT DAY! and we all donned our hats as we tromped a block back to the van.  On-coming traffic didn’t stop, but I thought I saw a couple of quizzical looks coming from some of the occupants of the vehicles.

EXPLANATION:  *Actually, her hat didn’ really SAY that.  It just had a label in it which said that contained those words.  There was no speaking by hat nor label involved—not actual voice speaking.  Which is why I took a picture of said hat with said label.  Didn’t want you to think that we were now talking to hats.  Only do that on the second Saturday of each week.  Never at sales.  People look at us strangely. 

But we do talk to the odd dog here and there.  Well, not actually odd dogs.  There is nothing really odd about them.  They really are NORMAL dogs.  They just are sort of random, sprinkled here and there.  So far this year, no chickens.  But yard sales have just begun and there is hope! 

I digress………

So we had safely kidnapped Cupcake and took her with us on our adventures.  Shortly into them, however, Thumper called—she’d ESCAPED THE HATCH!  And she wanted to meet up with us.  By that time, we had a chair in the van which was a bit full, so we did a ‘drop off’ at Vanna’s car and then picked up Thumper who looked none the worse for wear.

(Keep in mind that the Bunny Day was just last Sunday and she did look a bit tired, which was understranded by the rest of us’uns.  Not that we actually have BEEN bunnies, you know, but we understand bunnies.  At least we think we understand Thumper. 

Wait a min’—there goes the hand signal with the eraser sign.  I guess I’ve said too much here………)

Among the many trophies and goodies, guess what Cupcake found?  THIS!  Almost as cute as Cupcake her very OWN self.


Cupcake’s Cupie Doll

And Jabber bought, according to Vanna, ‘the most ugly, unusual, weird thing I’ve ever seen!”


For only $3!  Which, of course, makes it a bargain.

What do you mean, ‘what is it?”  Let me give you some hints—it weighs about 5 lbs.  It has notches and straps.  And hooks.  And metal. 

“Horse harness?” Jabber thought…..

Nope.  It’s a belt used to climb trees.  Which of course I have no intention of climbing, but you never know.    Aside from that it is unusual and leather and, well, Daughter, in her new endeavor of being creative with old, worn and interesting things, might find a way to use it.  

Or else SHE can climb trees if she likes.  Up to her.

It’ll be a REAL SURPRISE.  “Here you are, Dahhlynn’!  Your own tree-climbing belt!  Now, go climb a tree!”

Yes, I imagine she’ll be absolutely delighted.

Satisfied we’d created enough havoc for the day, we all went home to go through our finds and have a nice nap!

‘Cept for Jabber who couldn’t help but continue to admire her new hat.  It is just  

          just   so  

                  so   soooo