Meet “The Bling Bandits,” the father and son duo who broke my heart over and over again this weekend!
Wink, wink! They may look sweet and smiley, but this pair are shrewd junk collectors and pickers. (I’ll tell you more about those heartbreaking moments later.)
Kevin O is a picker who travels all along the east coast, south to north and back again, looking for all the best “junk” that he resells to antique dealers and other junk-loving kindred spirits, like me. His son, Evan, often tags along, and he drives an even harder bargain than his dad. (Hey, HGTV, this pair needs their own show!)
Kevin and his family are pulling up stakes, moving from North Carolina to Pennsylvania, and he’s trying to liquidate his stock quickly.
Which leads to my Sunday afternoon adventure junking at a picker’s house. I tagged along with my friend and down-the-street neighbor, Janelle of Simply Janelle Designs, who organized the outing. And I dragged Suzy of Worthing Court along with me.
We spent about two hours at Kevin’s house on Sunday, raiding his greenhouse, rummaging through his garage and basement, picking stuff off his porch and making piles in the yard.
(That’s not my junk, BTW. Some other lucky shopper scored all those goodies.)
There were about 15 of us in all, hunting for treasures…
Like these old posts and wooden crates.
We found lots of old doors and windows and metal lawn furniture…
Piles of wood…
Mason jars galore…
Brass and baskets and burlap and dried flowers and so much more…
It was hot and sweaty and dirty and dehydrating, but it was also my favorite kind of treasure hunt.
And you know how I mentioned Kevin and Evan broke my heart. Turns out a few things from my pile, like this taxi sign, were not for sale.
The sign was the first thing I spotted at the sale, and I made a beeline for it as soon we got the signal that we could start shopping.
But Kevin’s keeping that for his stash. That and the cool lighted telephone sign I wanted, too, and his metal gliders and lots of other goodies, because he has plans to open a cool store in Pennsylvania.
I’m already feeling the need for a roadtrip.
Oh Kevin, I know you’re reading this (because I sent you the link), why must you tease me so… with these goodies that are not for sale?
Yes, Suzy and I filled up a truck with great junk that we plan to use in our homes and for another special project we’re working on with our pal, Marty of Marty’s Musings. (More details on that later this week, but here’s a hint. The words “show house’ might be a clue.)
But we didn’t even make a dent in all that Kevin has to offer.
Which is lucky for you, if you live anywhere the Piedmont Triad of North Carolina. Because Kevin is having a yard sale this Saturday.
If you want the scoop, send me a message (via the Contact Me tab here on my blog) and I’ll give you the details.
And Kevin, if I send the multitudes to you, will you reconsider on the taxi sign?
I know you sold me the chippy metal rocker you didn’t want to sell and gave me a deal on those stockings and so many more things. But I have cash. And I have friends. Lots and lots of junk loving friends!