My husband and I attended a two-day farm auction near us last weekend. It started Friday evening and ran all day on Saturday. HUGE. Very interesting. Lots of great junk, nice eye candy.
They ran two lines most of the time, so we split up to divide and conquer. My number was 89 and the auctioneer called my husband "Mr. 89" He certainly got to do his share of bidding / trading / hauling / packing.
The weather was fabulous, and it was delightful to be out in the fresh air. We came home with two van-loads full of treasures. I will have some photos of my vintage finds in my next post.