About ten minutes into the frenzy of unloading my U-Haul full of junk at the Plucky Maidens event this past weekend, I managed to
spaz out trip on the truck ramp, bend my foot entirely the wrong way and, in an attempt to be an overachiever in field of self-inflicted injuries, break a little foot bone.
( You know how people say "Oh, if it were a broken bone, you'd know it!" My response to that: “You might not.” It took an x-ray two days later for me to know it. )
Luckily, I injured myself while in the midst of some of the nicest people on the planet. Many of the Plucky Maidens vendors very generously provided ice, manual labor (unloaded my truck!), ointments, candy, wine, advice, hugs & moral support.
Of course, now I'm kicking myself (with my good foot) for doing this at the start of yard sale high season.
To my gas pedal foot, no less.
So I have just the one photo of my double space at Plucky Maidens. I meant to take more but decided to sit down instead.
Happy to report that despite The Foot, I sold a lot of junk.*
(*I’m always curious what people are buying – here are some of the things I sold: mid century modern chair, rusty window screens, old single pane windows with chippy paint frames, a dresser without drawers converted into a potting table, galvanized metal tubs, metal numbers, two concrete deer (one of which was resold to someone else before it left the building!), garden chair, tall wood ladder, misc. metal cabinets and carts, all sorts of odds & ends, garden bench, milk glass vases, vintage suitcase, clipboard chalkboards, vintage tablecloths (I can’t keep them all … or can I?), chippy paint stepladder, garden books, wood/painted drawers, vintage pennant banners, typewriter, globe, mcm metal shelves)