I love our local junk store. It’s run by an old man who only takes cash. I think he visits garage sales and takes what’s left over at the end of the day… which is mostly junk. He piles the newest wares in haphazard fashion outside his shop for all to see. But you know what? His lazy marketing scheme works.
We’ve driven by and had to stop more times than I can count. Once in a while there’s a real treasure. Remember the vintage desk chair in the boy’s room? It’s from there. And my latest drive-by find are these old milk crates.
They are now sitting atop our fridge and holding my stash of cookbooks.