March was a record-breaking month for JB Knacker! Thanks to all of you who had a part in that in a big way or even some small way...I appreciate all of you! The last 2 weeks of March saw all sorts of cool vintage come into the shop and then fly out as soon as I placed 'em. But one can revel in success only so long or it's back to "square one." So...
The shop will be getting another overhaul in the next 2 days to gear up for April. Wire and metal and old glass...a plethora of vintage science models that would make the most talked about art...big sturdy functional lockers in the best color...darn good ephemera...lots and lots of sturdy metal lab stools...old thick bubbly glass science bell jars/cloches (one on a funky metal pedestal)...and gym locker baskets, yeah we got'em!
You'd think we dismantled a high school...well, we did play a part . It was bittersweet to walk through this once majestic 4 story school in NW Iowa...and it wasn't even my alma mater. Listening to alumnus talk about the good old days and which room was Mr. Hinkle's...who, by the way, had a science room to die for! For the life of me, why wouldn't you take this stuff to the new building...wasteful...but I guess that's how the junk cycles.
I am not a normal junker when it comes to auctions...hate 'em and try to avoid them at all costs. Well, my husband thought better on this one and dragged me along. It was an all day deal (who has all day to spend at one of these?) and crowded (at my age, funny things are happening to my hormones making me unnecessarily panicky in a crowd)! So I would wander off away from the crowd to let my husband bid on the skeleton in the lunchroom...off to a quiet part of the building...say, the music room (deep breath...Hail Mary, Full of Grace...this prayer has helped me through a few panic attacks in my day)...lucky for me, I spy a gaggle of wire gym baskets under the stairwell. The rest is history (or dare I say, Physical Ed)...it was a good day. But with the good, you gotta take the bad and downright dangerous...like driving home w/ a box full of hydrogen tanks and glass vials of neon, mercury and the element that kills superman in the back of your vehicle (didn't know what was in that box when we loaded it...should they even have auctioned that off?).
Well, lucky for us when we arrived home w/ our van of vintage goodness, poison and explosives, our sweet girls had baked their little hearts out...rhubarb strawberry tarts and chocolate cherry cookies...yummm! Here's to a fun, adventurous and downright "dangerous" April!