Friday, August 31, 2012

Junque Whispers

Sometimes the Junque speaks to me.
Often times it fairly screams at me.
It has been known to jump at me (as in jump in my cart, my car, my arms, etc.)!
At auction a while back I heard this one calling.

"Help. Help. Somebody help me."
As none of the other auction attendees seemed inclined to help I did the right thing and shot my hand up like a girl whose sister had just been chosen for the Hunger Games.
Home we went. There may have been a long lull in time while the box sat sweltering in the garage. Yet she was patient and the other day her moment arrived. At last.

She does not want to be sold. She told me so. Naturally, I listened!

Yours in Junque whispers,


Pam @ Frippery said...

Sometimes you just need to keep one.

JunkStuffTreasures said...

I think we are all junk whisperers! I often wonder why no-one bought a certain object- don't they see what I see? I like the way you transformed your prize!

DownTheLaneWithDaisy said...

I know just what you mean. I have to listen more closely.