I guess it's time for me to bend over and show my backside and a few of the many things I've been keeping tucked away. I'm not proud of it and I'm really not a hoarder. Really. These are all leftovers from my days of selling antiques; stuff too nice to donate to Goodwill or sell in a garage sale (the cheapest people I have ever met in my life). So, it sits in my garages and barns. My houses are full too, though I really don't do any primitives in my houses. I just like them, though my collections run the gamut from sterling silver to folk art and fine art. This beautiful bowl is about 14" across the top. Someone said they made them in graduated sizes that fit inside each other.
And who needs an old egg crate?
I keep old canning jars and milk bottles in this cabinet.
I have two of these - tall and shorter. I don't know what people do with these, but I like old windows. It also has a large carved thingy with a finial that goes above doors (pediment).
This was on the counter of an old general store. Mud daubers and spiders live in it now.
This hanging kitchen cabinet is photographed upside down, but you get the gist.
The top half of an old stepback hutch; the first primitive I ever bought. It weighs a ton.
Well, there you have it. I'd love to have an estate sale, but since I live so far from everyone, I don't think I'd get many takers. It is overwhelming. My kids don't want any of it - they either don't have room or it's not their taste. They have told me to please don't leave all this for them to have to do something with. I think I need to catalog everything. I don't want them selling my Native American collection of totem poles for $10. when one of them is worth over a thousand (and I bought it for $10.00). I wish I'd never bought all this stuff, but it sure was fun looking for it - kind of like hunting for Easter eggs.