Every summer, when the sun turns into an enormous blinding interrogation lamp and I start to wonder why I'm living here, there's the Giant Garage Sale at the South Florida Fairgrounds. I am reborn. Unlike the pricey monthly antique fair, anyone can buy a table and put out their stuff. If you have old bicycle tires or a quilted bed jacket from 1974, or really want old bicycle tires or a quilted bed jacket from 1974, you're in heaven, sister. (You adjust very quickly to things being offered for 1 to 2 dollars. Last year I found a papier mache figurine of a cat wearing a suit, but it was 6 bucks. Outrageous! It's the only place on the planet where 6 dollars seemed irrational. I'm still sorry about that cat. I'm still looking for it).
There's been a wonderful kind of an ick factor some years, which makes the goodies you do find all the more delicious. This year this was far less ick and much less "what do you think that is", instead there were more professionals bringing out their cheaper wares. I actually wanted less things than I usually do, but there were so many photo-ops I was still in my own version of heaven. And I found a hot dog and hamburger salt-and-pepper set, so what more could I ask?
I'm dividing my posts into "Table" and "Floor" because there was so much to share.
|I was given the little rubber piggie for free...|
And away we drift under the electric moon....more from the floor tomorrow....