I've been scouring our nearby local small town newspaper the last couple of weeks in hopes of finding a yard sale or two. I've come up empty handed, mostly due to inclimate weather and morning temperatures still hoovering around 30 degrees, but I prevailed yesterday in finding a moving sale and a rummage sale. With having to drive the 15 miles into town anyway to pick up a few items at the grocery store, it proved a good way to conserve gas and fulfill my need to go on the hunt for some vintage finds.
If it hadn't been for a teeny, tiny sign pointing to a gravel and snow covered road, I might have missed the turn off. My mind always thinks when I go down these tiny little roads, that maybe I should have let someone know where I was going, and more importantly, hoping that I don't meet another vehicle going the opposite way, as there was barely enough room for our big ole truck. Luckily, I made it to the home, and found enough parking area in which to turn around to make my exit back out into civilization.
I wasn't too impressed with what they were offering, the usual clothes, tools, and electronics, until I spied out of the corner of my eyes these beauties: