I was going through some of my photos this morning and thought I'd share some shop photos with you. But first, get a load of this bumper sticker:Can you read it? It says, "Peace Hon". Southerners are so friendly.
This is one of our booths (Hubby and mine). I bought the little white cabinet at a garage sale, brought it home, cleaned it up, painted it and Hubby replaced the drawer front for me. The original drawer front was (we thought) too thin and cheap-looking. I had the teapot drawer pull in my stash and voila! Cute, huh?
Would you believe I found a supply of these plates at another garage sale?
These are only a few - some of the sayings were too funny or too true to pass up.
This dress form is to die for - but it's neither for sale nor is it mine! It's the creation of Gail Schmidt of Shabby Cottage Studio. I love her creativity! She made the skirt out of paper that she rolled into cones. She said she bought the wings off Etsy. This table isn't ours, either; I saw it in another area of the shop. I've seen similar on HGTV but thought this was just adorable. It didn't last long - it sold within a couple days. Now, this sofa IS one of ours:
It's in absolutely beautiful shape! We have a price tag on it of only $399. I'm surprised it's still in the shop, as merchandise there sells so quickly. It sits like a brand new couch, looks like a brand new couch but it is antique! I told some friends that, if I didn't have a husband and parrots, I would keep this piece. (I obviously chose my hubby and birds over the couch)
Now for a few photos of my cottage garden - these are all of the largest garden:
|I never get tired of taking pictures of this angel.|
Puppy Sam seems to really enjoy running into the garden through the gate and out of it under this corner border, trampling my plants and everything else in his path. I resolved that by "planting" a few boxlot plates that nobody wanted. This fence is a recent addition:
Actually, it's an "unfence". Sweet Hubby scored them at an estate sale. They were twin beds in their previous life but the rails were nowhere to be found.
Sam, by the way, loves to "help" me pull weeds. (I do have fingers on both hands, by the way. The angle from which this pic was taken looks otherwise.)
Problem is, he generally tries to pull the weeds out of my hand. But, surprisingly enough, sometimes he gets it right on his own!