You know me and my love affair with a picker’s paradise known as the Smithfield Barn on Little Conestoga. (Of course I wish I knew what town it was officially in, versus betwixt and between Eagle and Elverson.)
I love depression glass. Not all, but different things here and there. I have always wanted white, not too large milk glass chickens.
Guess what I found at the barn last weekend? Chickens! And they were bargains. I am not telling you what, but trust me, you couldn’t even get such a deal on eBay.
They were loaded with stuff and a lot of people were digging. I haven’t received an e-mail yet saying if Kris will be there this weekend or not, but if you drive by and the doors are open, it generally means they are too.
It’s “officially” Downingtown, but to me it will always be Eagle.
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