Thrift Score Thursday

Hey, hey, hey you guys! (I’m suddenly feeling like Fat Albert here.) I’m back again to guest host another Thrift Score Thursday on Instagram. I really hope you brought your a-game and hashtagged all your thrifted treasures with #thriftscorethursday. Unlike last time, I was perfectly prepared, well prepared until my lovely ladies added in a twist. The gals want to add in a bit of a challenge (if you can handle it) called “Have Yourself A Merry Thrifted Christmas”. Yep, that’s right, if you’ve got a holiday thrifted item, photograph and hashtag that puppy up before December 18.

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Thrift Score Thursday

Thrift Score Thursday

Hey you guys! Today I’m guest hosting slash Instagramming with the lovely ladies of Thrift Score Thursday. I seriously was so excited when I received an email from Brynne and Trisha that I leaped out of my chair. They sent me the email a couple months ago, but the guest posts were solidly filled until Halloween. And don’t hate on me for this, but I’m really bah-humbug on Halloween. Cringe, I’m sorry! Boo on me, I know! I mean, yes, I give candy to little children when they ring my doorbell. (And THAT doesn’t sound horrible and weird at all?!?! Oy!) I’m not The Grinch, but dressing up is SO not my thing. That is until this post apparently. I’ll get to more of that later, but I really want to get to the features first! So here we go!

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Estate Sales

Attending An Estate Sale

This past weekend for me was really weird. The boy goes on a duck hunting adventure in Wisconsin every year. Normally that means he drives the kiddos up a day early, drops them at grandpa and grandma’s house, and I follow Friday night after work. Well, this year was different. He kept saying to me, “Wow momma! You get 4 days off to yourself! What are you going to do with all that quiet time?” Huh, umm, well, I have to work and then I’ll be at my parents, with the kids, and you’ll be at some cabin. I don’t get it.

Surprise! Surprise! Some how my parents were finagled into watching the critters from Wednesday to Sunday, and I got to stay home! BY MYSELF! IN COMPLETE AND UTTER SILENCE! TO DO WHATEVER I WANTED TO DO! OMG! What the heck was I going to do with myself? Well, first I made a hair appointment. Then I perused the estates sales. Have you ever been to one?

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Elkhorn Flea Market

Happy Wednesday you guys! I have to tell ya, I didn’t think much could top my getaway weekend at Camp Wandawega, but let me tell you, I think I died and went to junk yard heaven when walked through the pearly gates of the Elkhorn Flea last Sunday morning. Now, I’ve been to many a flea, but I’d have to say this is one of THE best I’ve ever attended. We boogied out of camp a bit before 7AM and got on the road, stopped at an ATM and we were off! Thankfully, we got the inside scoop on a shortcut as to not sit in line on Hwy 11. That’s right, there was a line! A huge line! Like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Over 500 dealers and this was not your Kane County tube socks show. This was the real deal. Merchandise from furniture to glassware, linens to boxing gloves.

The Elkhorn Flea Market

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Camp Wandawega is Magical

Camp Wandawega

Okay you guys. One more post on Camp Wandawega and I promise, I WILL stop. For realzies this time. But I’ve been dying to tell you all about our yummy weekend getaway! I got home yesterday, immediately unpacked and got to work processing the hundreds of photos. Magical, just magical. I just can’t stop gushing about it. It was quiet, cozy, quaint, and everything we wanted it to be; absolutely spectacular!

Camp Wandawega

Camp Wandawega

We left Thursday morning and stopped in Richmond for a quick bite to eat. If you aren’t familiar with Richmond, IL, it’s this little town right on the border of Wisconsin with few antique shops (there were more years ago but they seem to be dwindling these days) and an Irish pub by the name of Doyles. And boy oh boy do I recommend the Mama’s Pot Roast at Doyle’s. Mashed potatoes with gravy and carrots. Yes please! Such a surprise, since normally I’m not an Irish pub kinda gal, but this place wasn’t too shabby. Don’t expect the world and you won’t be disappointed here. The boy recommends the reuben.

After lunch, I gave Bill and Joe, the property managers at camp, a quick text that we’d be arriving in 30 minutes and we were off. That is minus a small snafoo with the trunk of the SUV, and we were off. Note to self, always make sure you latch it before taking off. Whoopsies!

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