I am about to disappoint every single one of you, because you want to hear about how I am spending my $1,000 miracle money. Unfortunately, I’m making you wait another day. It’s nothing grand anyway; however, it requires explanation and I’m in a crunch for time.
Besides, I haven’t been yardsaling in FOREVER. It’s bad when two dollars is too much! This weekend I broke the bank and spent seventeen.
Wanna see how?
Speaking of decorating…
I moved the furniture around in my living room AGAIN. I just couldn’t help myself. One minute I was completely content with placement, but in the next instant, I was overcome with the creative need for change. I’m blaming FringeBoy since he made a checkerboard at History camp. Once he brought the checkerboard home, all my furniture needed tweaking to accommodate his creation.
Every day at history camp, they dressed the kids in colonial clothes and then taught them to forge pewter spoons, mix buttermilk paint, and weave baskets. I was so proud of my little colonist. FringeBoy looked exactly Paul Revere did at ten years old. Yes, Paul Revere had a face full of freckles.
It’s not important. What’s important is that I’m killing my plant. Look at that twig! The last vestiges of green are clinging to mostly dead branches, and I am determined to aid their survival. Would you believe that it was once flocked with lovely petite flowers?
I didn’t think so.
FringeKid asked if “Roxanne” (yes, we named the plant) is in shock. Of course she’s in shock, she was moved into our house and is attempting survival under the death grip of my not-so-green thumb.
Roxanne hasn’t a chance.
So once I situated the table and chairs for checker games, I decided the dog’s leather chair must go into the other room. I’s just too dark and is weighing down the entire left side of the house. Trust me.
So I hauled the two bookcases downstairs and brought in the lawn chair that every soul on this earth hates. I love it. Many moons ago my grandfather made me the bookcase on the right and I will keep it forever. The end of forever almost came as I was carrying it down the stairs; however, I am pleased to report we both survived. I wasn’t so lucky with the other bookcase. After nearly killing myself, I decided to wait for FringeMan to get home from work and carry it down.
Didn’t this begin as a yard sale post? It’s amazing how my mind waders.
Isn’t the chair great? $2
Two was a good number for me this weekend.
Please stretch your mind for this next find. You’ll have to imagine that although it’s hotter than a pizza oven outside, one day the snow will return.
That’s the end of my story. Aren’t you glad I was in a crunch for time?