Junkin' For Treasure

I have always been a treasure/junk hunter. I began at an early age, about 7 years old.
Hopping on my sting-ray bike with it's sparkly banana seat and a basket attached to the front handle-bars, I would ride a mile out of town and spend the day digging through the treasures at the town dump. After filling my basket with treasures I would pedal home.  My mother would no longer let me bring my treasures in the house after she discovered the awful smell coming out from under my bed was the pheasant wing with feathers I had found several weeks earlier.  My treasures were put in the garage and eventually hauled off to the dump, and then I would invariably drag them home again!
Over 50 years later I am still dragging home treasures.

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I purchased the above picture in a junk store as a college student  almost 40 years ago.

I thought it looked a lot like me when I was young.

I took the following pictures of a quaint second hand store in a small town in New Mexico.

Unfortunately the store was closed.  

I would have bought this handsome, paper mache frog to sit on the bench in my Garden Shed.

This coming up year I will be spending more time in my little red house now that we no longer have it as a rental.  As space is limited in the 600 square foot home, I have been selling some of my finds.  I still love to dig through dusty boxes for the all illusive treasure, but I have to limit myself now.  Here is one of  my New Years Resolutions:

DO NOT USE A CART WHEN SHOPPING FOR TREASURES! 

I will still allow myself to hunt for those one of a kind vintage or antique items, but I can only buy what I can carry.

How long do you think this resolution will last?