Call Me Trashy...

...but I found some totally cool stuff at some yard sales this weekend.




I mean, how adorable is this?




It's the classic enameled tin cup, complete with dents and chips, IN RED.






I'm in love.



And then there's this:



OH STOP. Quit looking at me like that.

So it's a little rough.



And rusty.



But it looks like it could have come out of storage in Grandpa's hay loft and it's gonna look GREAT with a coat of Rustoleum (or three).

Also, I actually let Jonah buy toys at one of these yard sales. Yeah. We never buy toys. He had some birthday money, so I let him pick something out. He shied away from the toy swords (for "cutting down trees" he said) and army helmets and after I declined the freakish-looking-(broken)-transformer-thingy, he opted for a fighter jet and a hatchet. The latter of which he uses completely inappropriately like a hammer, blade-side up. Oh, come on. It's plastic.

Ahhh... there's just nothing quite like spending the weekends pawing through other people's old and overpriced junk. Garage sale season is upon is!