Susan Spess Shay

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It’s a Small Town World!

I think I’ve mentioned what a Small Town World this is, haven’t I?

Happened again last week.

Sister Debbie and I took a short road trip last week, and we had such a good time!

First we had to borrow a truck. (I love having kiddos!)

We drove north. North. North.

Until we got to the Promised Land. Sister Debbie had been there before, and she took me into a world of beautiful memories. We saw Mary Lou’s card table, Mama’s ice crusher (or was it Betty Lou’s?) pictures, dressers, books and cook books and so many beautiful antiques (and more!) I can’t name them all.

I should have taken pictures inside, but I was much too enthralled to fiddle with pictures. 🙂

This is the table I bought.

I didn’t buy the tool box underneath, though. 😦 Wish I had now.

Sister Debbie’s daughter bought a table, too. The owner carried it out for us.

This woman made us feel so at home! She told us to look around, enjoy ourselves. (And we did!)

Terminally Curious reared her silly head, so I had to chat a bit. I told her who we were (we were picking up purchases made earlier) then got down to it.

TC: “Where do you get all these beautiful things?”

Promised Land: “Garage sales and yard sales and auctions and . . . ”

TC: “What’s your name?”

Promised Land: “Merriman.”

TC: “We have lots of Merrimans in C-Town. Are you related to them?”

Promised Land: “I’m FROM C-Town.”

See? I told you, it’s a Small Town World! And it’s the people who populate it who make it beautiful–such as Ms. Merriman.

After we were loaded, we went to lunch.

Who knew (besides #2 son) that the food there was so good? I think another road trip just might be called for!

I intended to take a food porn picture like Larry Lawrence, but I couldn’t wait to dig in. 🙂

If you plan to take a road trip to the north (hint: PL is located in the capital of the Osage Nation) check out her Facebook page. Her store isn’t open every day, but she has an alternate location.

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Getting Loaded at the Red Barn

I promised to tell you how Sister Debbie and I got loaded the other night. 🙂

Thursday night, Sister Debbie, her daughter, granddaughter and I went to the Red Barn Boutique. The Red Barn is only open twice a year, and even though I’d never heard of it before, I didn’t want to miss that sale.

Now I know why! For years, I’ve been wanting a wheelbarrow. Two, actually. I wanted an antique, wooden one with a wooden wheel. G-Man promised to build me a look alike a long, long time ago. So long ago, the boys looked like this–

and this at the time.

Somehow, my man never got around to building it. 😉 I don’t know how he could have forgotten. LOL.

I also wanted one to cart stuff to my garden. It’s a loooong way from my car to the flower bed, especially toting mulch by the bag, so I really needed it. Really!

And while there, I found an adorable flock of chickens. Well, all I’d need if I were going to start of flock of chickens–a rooster and a hen. I’m not sure what the eggs will taste like, though.

Aren’t they cute?

 Did you notice? The hen is really wild about the rooster.

She lost her head over him! (No extra charge for the can.)

I started to take only the rooster, but the hen was a real bargain. And Sister Debbie warned me I’d probably regret it if I didn’t take them both. I’d probably be running around looking for her like a chicken with my head cut off.

And who am I to argue with my shopping guru?

 This is my adorable wheelbarrow. Don’t you love it?

Okay, it needs a new tire (right now it’s more of a drag-barrow than a wheel-barrow) but that’s no biggie. Right? Right?

Sister Debbie found a washtub on a stand, something like this.

but different. This one’s mine.

We stood in line

to pay for everything. The vendors were so nice! They even told us we could drive out the In gate, so we could pick up our heavy-duty purchases.

Of course, we had to park right in the way of everybody while we unloaded and reloaded. And unloaded and pushed and shoved and tugged and lifted. Finally, we ended up looking like this–

with Sister Debbie holding her washtub stand in the front passenger seat while we drove away. (I was in the backseat with the sweetie.)

For some reason, our driver thought that might be at least illegal and at most dangerous.

She was probably afraid she’d end up like my chicken, having to go around with a can where her head used to be. So she pulled into the school where she student taught.

(That doesn’t sound right, does it? Student taught? It couldn’t be student teached, could it? Hm. Well, it was where she was a student teacher.)

I was between two baby car seats in the back, so Sister Debbie got out and they completely revamped that car. Those two can organize! Especially if I stay out of the way.

They got everything fitted into Mel’s car, thank goodness. For a while, I was afraid I’d have to stay at that school while they took everything home, then came back to get me.

Not that I wouldn’t trust them to remember where they left me. Maybe. 🙂 But I was thrilled to get to go home with everything else.

We all kept our heads and drove home, after a quick stop to munch tortillas at the Vaqueros (yum) where we drank nothing but water with lemon and DIDN’T get loaded. I promise.

Have you ever gotten a little over-enthusiastic when shopping and not had room for all your treasures? Surely the Spess girls aren’t the only women in the world who over-splurge?