I was hoping for some good news yesterday and I didn’t get it. But as my good friend Vonda said, “I mean, damn, it’s not like you’re 5. You know the world doesn’t revolve around you and you don’t always get everything you want!” Everyone needs a friend like Vonda!
As far as bad news goes, it wasn’t so bad. I comported myself well and would not have changed a thing I had control over -so what’s a girl to do?
Thrift therapy!!!
I’m hesitant to share my secret spot. It really is my own little Cheers. But if the crowd on opening day is an indicator, the cat’s already out of the bag! So here goes – In the church garage down the street from me, there is an ongoing rummage sale. Charlie and Pat, nicest folks in town, run the biannual church rummage sale and open the garage 3 days a week in the spring for folks to pick from the donations. I’ve been going for years and they know me and my kiddos by name (and just about everybody else who walks in). My oldest son wanted to take the morning off from school to go but sent them a drawing in his stead.
Here are Charlie and Pat standing by the vintage washer, it’s not for sale so don’t even ask!
Here are the gems I passed on (I’ll do a post of my greatest hits another time):
Pink heaven!
Craft goodness at a fair price.
Jet setting John!
I dare you to hang this in your nursery.
This terrifies me.
As does this. O hai, Big Bird!
These did make it home with us (little guy’s choice) and they are much smaller than they look in this photo.
And just in case anyone thinks I’m handling my disappointment in a healthy fashion, here’s a shot of a different kind of therapy!
