
To celebrate Vintage Thingies Thursday over at
Colorado Lady , I have a little story for you....
So, in order to avoid rush hour traffic the other day, I drove down a street off my usual route. I'm doing about 50, singing Feliz Navidad at the top of my lungs, when I spy a pile of wonderful junk by the side of the road. SCREEEECH! go my brakes. Just as I'm about to jump out of the car to investigate further, a guy sitting in a parked black truck across the street rolls down his window and says: "Did you have a question about that house?" I say: "Well, sort of. Are those things on the curb free to a good home?" He says: "Yeah, we're renovating, that's some stuff we don't want...Take it all!"

So I took some of the clay pots, the metal urn (chipped, but I don't care) and the pretty white lady. She's not old (bar code on the bottom was my first clue), not concrete, not resin. She's heavy and lovely and just needs a little TLC. She looked very sad to have been thrown over. See?

But this piece was my favorite. A fabulously beat-up
concrete line of ladies dancing. Why anyone would leave this on the side of the road is just incomprehensible to me.

I love concrete. I love dancing ladies. I love the guy in the black truck.