Long before antique malls existed, my mother bought Limoges and Fiesta for pennies at junk stores and yard sales. But the best bargains were found at country auctions. Usually these events happened on the weekend, and we would set out early of a morning, gripping a tin picnic basket--inside, my mother had tucked a thermos of sweet, minty tea, fried chicken wrapped in napkins, and homemade pecan-chocolate chip cookies. Today, I found myself yearning for the old days, and I headed down to the local antique mall.
Won't you join me?
Me, I bought a flag, an old scale, a biscuit cutter, and jar of raw Tennessee honey. Did you see anything you adore?