Not all who wander are lost…

Not all who wander are lost...

We may have felt lost wandering down some Texas back-roads, but the moment we drove up to the Junk Gypsy World Headquarters we knew we were home. Located in Round Top, TX it’s the junkin’ home of Amie and Jolie Sikes, sisters from a “free-spirited family with an addiction to flea markets.”

When my daughter, my two nieces and I took off on an 8 day road-trip to Disney World over Spring Break we knew one of our many stops would have to be antique-row (AKA, Round Top, TX). We’ve loved everything about the sisters and their show “Junk Gypsies” since we first saw it appear on HGTV a few years back, and it’s been on our “Must See” list ever since.

The show and the family speak to our vintage hearts as we seem to all share a kindred spirit when it comes to junk! I love their whimsical outlook on life, their flare for country chic’ design and their willingness to just get in there and create as they use their imagination to turn trash into funky treasures. It’s exactly what my daughter and I set out to do every chance we get.

We loved our trip through Round Top, but we definitely didn’t spend long enough. Not having a trailer or room in our vehicle we refrained from too much antiquing this time around. We look forward to a return trip to attend the “Junk-o-Rama” prom one day and hitting this winding road of goodness during “Antiques Week”.

To be honest the picture above was a fluke. We were told the Wander Inn was located on the back of the property, but that it wouldn’t be opened for at least 3 more months. As we were leaving we took pics of all the little houses on the property (as we’ve seen them all made-over all their TV show), and continued to follow the winding road. In front of the houses there was a fence with a sign that read, “No Trespassing.” So, we abided and continued down the path to the Inn, the whole time I kept asking my posse, if they’d seen a sign that said, “Closed, Do Not Enter, STOP, etc.” They kept replying, “No.” So, we drove on, got out took a few pics and returned to our vehicle. As we were leaving, I saw a sign that said, “Employees Only.” Oops, the sign was small and white and looked like the letters had all about been washed away from the rain. Had I not been right beside it, I wouldn’t have seen it. So, I guess we got lucky. Sorry gypsy sisters, no disrespect intended. We promise! Beautiful place, can’t wait till it’s officially open and we can see the inside for now I’ll just replay the remodel on my DVR, lol.

Royers Restaurant

Fabulous Alert: We didn’t leave town without stopping for a mouth-watering masterpiece at Royers Cafe. Where they have world famous pie! It’s also, a place you must stop if you venture down that way

Bud the Pie Man

Time to knock the winter off my haggling skills…

fleamarketHoly mother of “flea-market-goers,” this is what the first event of the season looked like for me just 45 mins. after they opened the doors this past Saturday morning.

I would expect this and more from a large outdoor flea market or swap meet, but this is generally a small indoor event in an over-sized building. This market is held at the Kansas Coliseum in Wichita, KS; it’s easy for me to attend, less than an hour from home and is held once a month during the mild time of the year, when it get’s too hot they skip a few.

I had a lot of fun, but I’m definitely going to have to knock the winter off my haggling skills. First off I was 45 mins. late (you should never be late, if you want the good stuff) so every single thing I wanted had already been swooped up by dealers and marked, “SOLD.” Second, twice I caught myself patiently waiting on another only to lose an item I really wanted, but didn’t get the favor in return. In fact, once I was looking at an item and a man walked up and paid for it while I still had it in my hand… Grrr!

Maybe I should of acted a little quicker or with more determination, and I wouldn’t have came home with only 2 old burlap gunny sacks ($1.00 each). That being said, never leave your kindness at the door, there is a certain etiquette to shopping at a flea market, wait your turn, let someone else finish their deal, if they walk away you’re up!  If they don’t, then kudos to them for getting something great… You’ll get the next one!

Write a blog they say, people will read it they say…

Well, I’m not entirely sure that’s the truth or if they were getting tired of my mile-long Facebook posts.

Either way here it goes, I’m “obsessed with junk” and everything that phrase entails. I have a weak spot for the vintage and the worn and if at all possible I try to save the discarded. There is rarely a roadside Flea Market or garage sale that I don’t flip-a-uy and return to, always with the highest hopes of finding something magical. Even a piece of furniture banished to the curbside gets my repurposing wheels to churning.

I read an article once where a designer said, even as a child she would rearrange her bedroom over and over. This reminded me, when I was just a child my grandma lived next door to a Salvation Army (or something of that type) and I often found myself fascinated by the mounds of items thrown away, even at a young age I rummaged through it and brought back old books, purses and broken jewelry.  And, both my grandmas would let me go through and cleanout their knick knack cabinets, luggage chests and junk drawers. To them it was probably a chore, but to me it was like searching through treasure chests.  I guess, like the designer, it’s just always been in me. I love the way old things look and feel and I always wonder of the story those pieces could tell.  I was junking when junking wasn’t cool and before there ever was a hit song about a Thrift Shop.

So, I plan on sharing my finds, my occasional repurposing and/or reclaiming projects (more often than not, a collaborative effort with my children), ideas and a little bit of life here.

Everything inspires me, YOU inspire me… I hope I can inspire you!