gardenjunkpickergirls: Laura in Savannah

Inspired by the recent reality TV show Picker Sisters, we are fans of REAL picker shows. We relate to the thrill of finding something cheep. We love road trips and filling the truck with our unique finds. We love the reaction of your husband’s as we pull in the drive w/ junk. Unfortunately, Picker Sisters is like watching a train wreck. You know you should turn away, but something draws you to it. You try to yell at the TV hoping it will STOP, but they just keep heading straight into a disaster.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Laura in Savannah

I was lucky enough to spend a few days in Savannah, GA, with great friend (and former roommate of both Mo and I) Michele. I would love to say I had a chance to do some picking, but time was limited. We instead had to focus on good food and wine. I got to munch on some regional favorites such as southern biscuits, fried green tomatoes, and plenty of fresh seafood.

We spent one night in St, Simons Island at a B&B called The Village Inn and Pub. It was very quaint. We swam, hit the stores, swam, ate crab, swam...get it? It's really hot down there, and the best place to be is in the water!!

Back in Savannah, we hit Back in the Day Bakery. I nicknamed the all butter all day bakery. (watch their video below and check out their nook online) . . . Delicious. Other than that we just really enjoyed visiting. Michele lives in a beautiful old house in the historic district of Savannah...with (list including, but not limited to..) four wiener dogs, several fish, a lizard, a snake and a big old tortoise that lives in an enclosure in her back yard. Oh, and her lovely husband. Her back yard is beautiful. It is full of older canopies and antique architecture bits. Is is definitely a different environment and the plants go wild!! Next time I go, I would like to drive, perhaps with Mo, and really explore the south on way down to Savannah.

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MO

I come from a long line of pickers. I learned from my mom, driving the station wagon around on garbage day looking for stuff others didn't want. She taught me how to search through old barns, and find the items everyone else missed. I was refinishing furniture and polishing silver at a young age, always looking for the diamond in the rough. Her passion grew into a fabulous business, but for me, I am still just a picker who makes a living more traditionally. Many of our trips stem from my business trips that Laura tags along on, or weekend adventures. Laura is more thrifty then I am, we are very different . . . I will always have time for picking, gardening and blogging. I have three blogs, none for money, just to share my interests and opinions. Click on my picture to get to my garden blog. There is a reason I do the driving, do not let Laura fool you- you do not want her to drive! Picking is hard work, not a glamorous Hollywood production. You can call us “the picker girls”, “garden junk picker girls” or “the REAL picker sisters”!

Laura

Picker, gardener, not that good of a driver. . . Is one of the "greenest" people you will ever meet. She uses a clothesline, saves everything, is still cooking with some of the pans we had in our college house in the 80's. It’s not about being trendy, it’s how she lives. . . . OK I need to speak for myself here . . . Mo is definitely the blogger, driver and boss. However, I need to clarify a few things in my bio. First and foremost, I am an excellent driver and have an almost clean record to prove it. Also, my job as co-pilot is equally as important. I am, after all, the navigator through unknown country roads; no GPS in the old pick-up for these gals! I also have to rummage in the cooler and prepare sophisticated hors d'oeuvres. Last, but not least, I'm in charge of tunes. If left up to Mo, all we would be listening to is satellite radio's all Grateful Dead station. Not trendy? Without a doubt. I actually started thrifting and picking to save money. I still do for that reason, but more importantly, I want my surroundings to be funky and meaningful, and am always up for an adventure with my "true picker" sister!

Fender Art - has a long connection to "junk"

No it is not a fender made into a chair, just a fender made into ART! DEFINITION: The Middle English word jonk, ancestor of junk, originally had a very specific meaning restricted to nautical terminology. First recorded in 1353, the word meant "an old cable or rope." On a sailing ship it made little sense to throw away useful material since considerable time might pass before one could get new supplies. Old cable was used in a variety of ways, for example, to make fenders, that is, material hung over the side of the ship to protect it from scraping other ships or wharves. Junk came to refer to this old cable as well. The big leap in meaning taken by the word seems to have occurred when junk was applied to discarded but useful material in general.