Last Train to Clarkesville–GA.

Here we are–the junk posse, including daughter Katie (lower left), and great junker/dealer fans Kathy Singer (second from left in pink shirt), Corinne and Barbara (I think). Kathy emailed me a couple weeks ago to let me know that she and her friends, who also include Glenda and Faye, had put together a junk market to be held this weekend in the old mill in Clarkesville, Ga. It seemed like the perfect opportunity for a posse field trip, especially since Katie would be in town, and the husbands had a golf day planned. What a beautiful spring Sunday we had. When we got to the old Clarkesville Mill we found 30 dealers with a choice array of antiques–at reasonable prices. We’re pictured above with some of our treasures. Katie is holding a box of vintage Scottie notecards, which she presented to Susie, bottom right, who collects Scotties because she is an Agnes Scott alum. Susie’s holding the silverplated flask she bought for her college-bound son, who I’m sure will fill it with healthful milk and juice. Jinxie, who drove, is at bottom center, holding the neat faux bamboo shelf she bought. That’s my sister-in-law Jeanne, top left, holding her iron squirrel nutcracker. I’m in the center top, holding the turquoise McCoy vase I bought. Susie also scored a divine swine family of painted concrete, including a polka-dotted mama and her four little piggies, which have already found a home in her vegetable garden. Jinx also bought a metal garden bench. My finds included a summery white quilt with blue and green patches, a set of six ’50s juice glasses in a beachy turquoise and white design, and a cool painted child’s wheelbarrow. I also found a framed Gould bird print for my friend Diane, of Mermaid Cottages on Tybee. Diane has a great collection of Gould prints on the walls of her cottage. Some, but not all of my finds (I’m keeping the quilt!) will be headed down to Tybee next weekend, where I’ll be re-stocking Maisy’s Daisy for our weekend Gypsy Junk Extravaganza at Seaside Sisters. After we tore ourselves away from the antique market, we drove down the street to the Clarkesville square, where we had a lovely lunch at The Attic. A perfect spring day–family, friends, junk, lunch!