Sunday Monkey Food

Chris and I laugh about how addictive the treasure hunt is and we call it "feeding the monkey". So today I had the monkey on my back and headed to the local Flea Market for an hour before hitting Trader Joe's. Weird because yesterday I took my "just learning how to thrift" 19 year old with me out and about and we ended up in a thrift store but I just wasn't in the mood to shop---not even close. But today was different. It was freezing out (yes, under 55 degrees in California is freezing). A couple purchases were normal. Groovy vase, no? It was a deal and it's signed but I have yet to investigate, which is also part of the fun.  So the next pictures are of the lonesome or broken jewels that will end up being made into our vintage jewelry magnets...which is what started this whole dang thing. Found a gal who had a great jewelry treasure hunt area and I dove in.

But my final purchase of the day is probably my most fav and I just couldn't resist it. I'm not sure why...it's really not my style but I knew I would regret it if I walked away. It's kooky and clubby enough that I know I can find someone in the universe who will LOVE it too. I almost bet it will become our most treasured Etsy item once I get it up there.  I loved it enough to buy it but I don't love it enough to keep it because I live with my hubby and 2 boys (19 and 22) and I just won't be able to stomach all the lesbo jokes that will come at me day and night if I keep this darn thing.

Pretty great in a weird way isn't it? You know you love it. It's small...about 15" tall. Not sure if it works yet--figure I'll save blowing out all the electricity in the house until AFTER Sunday football. I'm considerate like that. Feed the monkey.

Oars in the Water

Getting all of our blogging oars in the water is harder than we thought. Writing funny things on Facebook is sort of good practice but we really want to go Big Time. Ha! So we try this and that and will make our share of blogging mistakes, but at least we can all laugh together about it, no?

I (Deb) will most likely do most of the writing. I should get all over Chris about that since we both wrote for our high school newspaper, so I know she can write. But I have a tendency to find a topic and then go all "dog with a bone" on it for at least a couple of paragraphs. Other times I ramble about some vintage hunt that made me get my granny panties in a bunch.

Vintage Gypsies will take you along with us on our vintage hunts, bitchin' finds and sometimes just stories that are funnier-than-shit...at least to us. We sell on Etsy at our store VintageGypsies (same as our Twitter handle) and have a Facebook page Vintage Gypsies. Feel free to like, tweet, comment or just read along.  I don't really get Twitter, but I do it on occasion and I'm trying.

My haunts are different that where Chris does her picking. Sort of makes it fun as we cover about 7 different counties between us. I cover Sonoma, Lake and Shasta Counties; Chris does the 4 around the greater Sacramento area. We have our reasons---you'll find them out soon enough.

Our picking goals are simple. Buy it either because you love it and must have it regardless of the cost OR, and our most popular, buy it because you can sell it at a profit.  We do have one problem with this and that is we need to sell more, but the picking is the FUN part. You never know what you will find. The selling is a lot of hard work, but we both have to work...might as well be fun. Our profits go back into the company (to buy more) and to get us out the door and traveling a little bit to buy or sell. Every trip is worth 1000 laughs, give or take a few.

My first offering this evening is only moments after finishing Thanksgiving dinner. I need to be thankful and should be thankful.  I have a wonderful family, great husband, 2 darling boys (22 and 19--ok, so maybe darling is a bit outdated for their age); and the list goes on.  So thank you.  I'm not sure who I am thanking, but there you go.