I love Junkin’. I love not knowing
what I’m going to find. It’s like a surprise waiting to happen. You truly never
know what you’re going to come across. It’s wonderful stumbling across new
antique and junk places. Adding more places to my list of places that I have to
frequent.
I have had several people ask me how
I got into junkin’. When I graduated from college I suddenly had more time on
my hands. When I was about 10 years old I sponge painted my wooden headboard
and footboard but other than that I had never refinished a piece of furniture
before. So when I came across a beautiful wing back chair I figured how hard
could it be? I can’t tell you how many staples I pulled but I do know that
reupholstering is still the hardest project I’ve worked on.
After finishing my chair I started
going to garage and estate sales, always going for small wooden pieces. Shortly
after I became a vendor for a local repurposing store called The Red Apron. If
you haven’t checked it out, you’re most definitely missing out. A few months Chris and I purchased a home and
all of my projects became “our” projects for our new home. Then we got engaged
and my design projects took a back seat to wedding planning. Of course, like
after graduation, when the wedding was done I was back to having some spare
time. This time though, I found a new love. Junkin’.
I have always had a love for the
old and rusted but it took on a new meaning. I had begun frequenting my
favorite antique places and started to branch out. What places had I not been
before? I started out local and began broadening my radius. Every weekend I
would find a few new places to check out.
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