~Doesn't "AA" Stand for Antique's Anonymous?~

Seriously, I think I need to go!

I can see it now,

"Hello, My name is Tisha... I'm an Antique Junkie" 

I can't seem to stop at just one of anything, now that I think about it, I can't seem to even stop at two!

Antiquing is like a disease, you get infected and it spreads through you like the plague... Why do I feel compelled to keep collecting the same things?

Don't get me wrong, It's not hording. I have room to display things, they are not just stuffed in the closets and stacked in the corners. Well, the crocks are stacked in the corner, but that's different. Some of it will go out in my vignette for my website pictures too.

This trip has seriously made me think I have a problem...maybe..

We have come to end of our journey and unless we just happen to come across something, I think we will be home a day early. It just sort of happened that way and Chester's just about stuffed to the gills. My last find had to be taken apart and ride in the back seat until we stopped for the night and could repack the back!

But here again I couldn't walk away with out it... (Please refer to quote above).

It's a expandable drop leaf oak table! and it has the same style legs as my five legged dining table too!

I found the sweetest little old child's chair.

It's all hand carved! To Cute!

More canning jars and jugs. Can you ever have to many?

And one of my favorites, this great old tin wall pocket.

It still has it's mirror!

The little metal match holder has an advertising stamp on the front but it doesn't show up in the picture.

This great old doll!

Little Man was helping me take pictures and didn't take her out of the bag. Her head is made from tin! and her body is stuffed with rags! She's complete and fully in tact. All she needs is a name and a dress!

I have a cradle for her!

I guess I'm not doing to bad, I didn't buy any bowls or pitchers today!

And I promise, upon my return home, I will call  "AA" and see if they accept Antique Junkies in their program!

But, if I have to go, then so shall the Little Man.

 He has the plague as bad as me!

However,

until they find a cure,

I'll drag home the old, the worn and the loved and cherish them.

 No mater how many of a kind they are!

Tisha