Friends, I am pooped. If you ask me, the holidays are all about overeating, undersleeping, and travel overload. My wee little brain needs a chance to recover from a dangerous sugar megadose, which is why I am pumping up today's post with less talk but more pictures. Obviously, it will taste great and be less filling. On Sunday afternoon, Karly, the very fabulous Jennifer Perkins of Naughty Secretary Club fame, and I kicked it frugal style at Austin's bimonthlyish Citywide Garage Sale. There were some definite steals and deals, and also just some weird crap. Check it, yo.
Karly bought this awesome Black Beauty tapestry for $3. Every girl needs a stallion in the bedroom, no?
Cubism and gnomes! They go together like rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga a dong.
She's awfully haughty for a baldie, dontcha think?
This, also, is unfortunate.
I hate to spoil it for you, but this was the best picture I took all day. Sadly, it's all downhill from here.
Texas = Armadillos
More dead stuff.
This was Alonzo Huxley, beloved security guard of San Antonio. Apparently Alonzo's nephew sold his uncle's 40 pound bronze head to the proprietor of this booth. Note to self: nephews are unsentimental bastards.
Peppers, popes and ponies. What more could you ask for?
Perhaps a phenomenal Peter Max piece...?
Here stands a groovy little screenprint.
Calling all anachronists and lovers of obsolete technologies. Hipsters, come in. There is now an alternative to buying your tech goods at Urban Outfitters. Over and out.
If you pray hard enough, maybe you can get this vintage nativity set for free. Ask and ye shall receive, right?
In case you didn't already know, vintage dresses are freakishly tiny. That fills me with rage.
Cool it now with some shell chair love and capiz on top.
Sunny swagadelic lamp action always makes me happy.
I have a paint by numbers problem. It's inexplicable and stubbornly incurable.
I almost bought this lamp, but didn't. I may live to regret that decision, or the sugar withdrawals may kill me first.
That's it for my Citywide Roundup. All you people who keep threatening to visit and/or move to Austin will surely be dragged by force to the Convention Center to check out the aisles of cheap goodies being offloaded by desperate proprietors. Times is hard, y'all. All the better to buy vintage.