Chippy's Treasures

11/06/2026

🐿️✨ CHIPPY’S FIRST‑WEEK‑AT‑PICKERS PARADISE CELEBRATION POST

Chippy just burst through the booth curtains like a tiny vintage Beyoncé because our first week at Pickers Paradise was nothing short of magical.

She’s been twirling in her pearls, fluffing her tail, and dramatically fanning herself with a doily because:

YOU ALL MADE WEEK ONE AMAZING.

And now—brace yourself—Chippy has added even more treasures to tempt, enchant, and spiritually summon shoppers from across Southern Indiana.

She insists on announcing them like a squirrel emcee at a vintage fashion show:

Afghans & Quilts — folded with love, nostalgia, and a little bit of Chippy’s dramatic flair

Linens — crisp, charming, and ready for their close‑up

Vintage Artwork & Frames — the kind that makes you gasp and say “Oh I NEED that”

Milk Glass — glowing like tiny moonbeams

Atomic Cats — mid‑century sass in collectible form

Chippy is pacing the booth whispering,“They’re calling to their new humans… go fetch them, my darlings.”

📍 Chippy’s Treasures @ Pickers Paradise1750 25th St, Columbus, IN

Come out and see what’s new—the treasures are ready,Chippy is ready,and she is feeling dangerously excited about it.

09/06/2026

Come see us at PICKERS PARADISE!!

09/06/2026

Added some more treasures today

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09/06/2026

Booth photos

09/06/2026

Chippy was busy restocking the booth today! Come on over to Pickers Paradise and see the new treasures.

07/06/2026

🌱🐿️ CHIPPY’S OFFICIAL STATEMENT ON THE “PLANT INCIDENT OF 2026”

Chippy has been pacing.Pearls rattling.Tail twitching.Clipboard trembling.

Because the Sisters marched home from their grand garage‑sale adventure…not with a vintage treasure…not with a single dusty relic…not even a questionable ceramic goose…

…but with PLANTS.

And not even dramatic plants.Not carnivorous.Not haunted.Not shaped like a squirrel.

No.They brought home:

Aloe vera — the plant equivalent of “I moisturize and mind my business”

Spider plant — the suburban mom of houseplants

Meanwhile Chippy is standing there like:

“HELLO? I ASKED FOR TREASURES, NOT A BOTANICAL GIFT BASKET.”

The Sisters, absolutely glowing, proudly announcing:✨ “This was our BIGGEST FIND!” ✨

And Chippy, clutching her pearls, whispering:“Biggest… find… WHERE IS THE VINTAGE?”

She swears she saw one Sister pet the aloe like it was a rescue animal.She hasn’t recovered.

But fine.FINE.Chippy will allow the plants to stay —ONLY if they help water the chaos, oxygenate the drama,and maybe sprout a vintage treasure or two.

05/06/2026

🌪️🐿️ CHIPPY’S BREAKING‑NEWS BULLETIN: THE SISTERS HAVE LOST THEIR MINDS!

Chippy has questions, concerns, and a clipboard full of judgment.

Because apparently — APPARENTLY —the Sisters are planning to go garage‑sale exploring this weekend.

And Chippy would simply like to know:

WHY.FOR WHAT REASON.WITH WHAT NERVE.

When we still have:

Dad’s basement — a bottomless pit of mystery boxes, forgotten décor, and items that may or may not be older than the state of Indiana

Dad’s garage sale — which is coming at us like a freight train

Piles of treasures — that Chippy has already alphabetized by “potential drama level”

Chippy is standing in the middle of the chaos, paws on hips, pearl necklace rattling with rage, shouting:

“WHY ARE WE SHOPPING FOR MORE WHEN WE HAVEN’T EVEN SURVIVED WHAT WE ALREADY HAVE?”

She swears she saw a Rubbermaid tote blink at her yesterday.She hasn’t recovered.

Meanwhile the Sisters are like:✨ “Let’s go treasure hunting!” ✨

And Chippy is like:“TREASURE HUNTING? BABES… WE ARE LIVING INSIDE A TREASURE AVALANCHE.”

But fine.FINE.If they insist on going, Chippy will allow it —ONLY if they bring her back something with patina, character, or a story involving mild scandal.

Otherwise she’s locking the basement door and pretending she didn’t hear them leave.