Spring Flings

  • The Floor of Heaven by Howard Blum
  • An Object of Beauty by Steve Martin
  • The Devil She Knows by Bill Loehfelm
  • Turn of Mind by Alice LaPlante
  • The Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese (book club read)
  • Death of a Pinehurst Princess by Steve Bouser
  • Still Life by Louise Penny
  • Looking at Salvation at the Dairy Queen by Susan Gilmore
  • Cannery Row by John Steinbeck (book club read)
  • Trap Line by Carl Hiaasen
  • Killer Stuff and Tons of Money by Maureen Stanton

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Flea Market Season

Every spring flea markets are as abundant as, well, fleas.  You can find them at churches, front yards, places of business and organizations.  But, they are not all equal.

My first one of the season was the ARTifacts yard sale held by the Ashe County Arts Council. They have a sneak preview for $3.00 on the night before the non-paying public show up Saturday morning.  What is nice about this event is the variety of items available.  This year there was a table loaded with hummel figurines selling for $30.00 each, furniture, croquet set, linens, paintings, home crafted items and books.  I went home with a bag of fabric, a metal tray and knitting needles.

The next weekend I visited the Shriners, the Chevy dealership and two church rummage sales.

It took me a while to find the Shriners building.  The road sign was facing the other direction and I sailed right by it.  If I had known better, I would have kept going.  Once I turned around and saw the sign I drove up to the back of their warehouse and ventured inside.  This was one sorry collection of items, from the dirty dog leash to the rows of old clothes. I scurried out of their empty handed.

Next stop was our church flea market.  The tables were loaded with goodies.  I know the ladies had been working for weeks gathering, pricing and grouping items.  There were Christmas, household, books, fabric, linens, furniture, small appliances, wall hangings, hundreds of patterns and things I never could figure out what they were.



On Saturday I was in charge of the Rada cutlery items that we offer at all of our church events.  I only sold two items, but by Saturday afternoon most of the tables were pretty empty.
Early Saturday morning I stopped at the Chevy dealership.  It looked like folks from the community had set up their own areas to sell their wares.  There were some sad looking items, from old flip-flops to light fixtures and piles of old clothes.  I did go home with a small red pepper seedling that still needs to be planted.  One thing that set this rummage sale apart was the hotdog vendor.  There is nothing like a hot dog at 8 AM.



The Methodist Church in West Jefferson had a preview night also.  The front room held items for a silent auction and what a delightful selection they had.  Here is a sample:




Their tables were overflowing with items from furniture, books, clothes, and it looked like someone had cleared out their crafts rooms as there were piles of ribbons, fabrics and half-finished projects.  I went home with an armful of fabric for $3.00 and brownies from the bake sale.


What a fun couple of weeks I had!  Each sale was different, the people were friendly, and the next great find was right around the corner.  I am itching for next year.



Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Spring Fest



The Ashe County Arts Council sponsored Spring Fest last weekend.  The theme for this year's Spring Fest was "Dive Into the Arts".   When the quilt guild asked for volunteers to help out I volunteered to man the hand print table.

My sister and I arrived at 10 AM and the fest was in full swing.  The entire gym at the West Jefferson School was filled with over two dozen art activities.  There was a roving magician who balanced boxes and a metal chair on his chin and sometimes wore a box over his head with a white board in the front so children could draw a face on it.  There were crafts of all kinds.  Next to us was a table full of seashells and do-dads to glue on them.  Kids were making things from fibers, clay, paper, plastic, egg cartons, feathers, paints and beads.

Our group made hand prints.  A child would lay their hand on a piece of fabric of their choice, and we would trace around it.  Then we cut it out and ironed it onto a piece of muslin for them to sign and take home.  The older kids did the work themselves, except for the ironing.

We were entertained all morning long by dancers, cloggers, singers and magicians.  By 1 PM I could not wait to hightail it out of there because the pounding music gave me a pounding headache.  Our group made over 100 handprints that day and sent home over 100 memories.