This week, "catch-up" = "clean-up."
After being gone for 15 of the past 20 days, there hasn't been a lot of cleaning going on around here, though there have been people in residence. I was the only one out of town.
After all the cleaning I have been doing, I awarded myself a break yesterday morning. The sewing room is in no shape for sewing, so I left. Instead, I participated in one of my favorite Saturday morning activities: I went to an estate sale.
Funny, because I spent a good portion of the past month cleaning my dad's things. He's been in the house since I was 4 years old. That means he's been there for 53 years. That's enough time to accumulate a lot of things. Either fortunately, or unfortunately, he has been steadily clearing out. He told me, "I've never passed up a chance to throw things away." This means that things treasured by my mom are no longer there. Things treasured by him rule the roost. There are books and magazines and newsletters and more books and more magazines and more newsletters...well, I think you get the picture. Lots of paperwork. Not so many trinkets.
And so, I went to an estate sale, ostensibly "just to look." I came away with a few goodies:
I also found the blue pitcher, yellow bowl, green frog ornament, and wire basket. The total cost of these four items? $8. How could I pass them up?
I love the pitcher. It fits right in on my pitcher shelf. See?
Today's goal? To run my sewing machine.
As I said, goals are good!!
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