I walk therefore I junk.
HA! crack myself up sometimes.
Thought I'd share a few of my most recent JUNK ANGELS...
I'm working hard trying to restock my booth a bit for Christmas and Fall shopping. I've been pricing my burlap sacks and bringing out the dried gourds, as well as, my junk angels. It's hard to part with the angels, but that passes
as soon as I have my little check in my hands...greedy bugger that I am.
I've posted pictures of the geese I feed when Bill and I are out walking, but our secret fetish while walking is junk hunting. Side bit...I've lost 40 pounds from walking and eating better...apologies for bragging and gloating will come later.
We walk from 2 to 3 miles each time, and as we walk we scout out the ground beneath us. We find all kinds of little junky trinkets, each with the vision of becoming an adornment for a JUNK ANGEL.
The rusty, smashed flat bottle tops are my favorites, with some of the twisty, bent up wire coming in a close second.
Right now, my dining room table is covered in bits and bobbles of junk pieces...actually that has helped in my weight loss...can't get to the table...HA! Not really!