Happy Tuesday! I missed you last week! Big Daddy was out of town at a tradeshow and I forgot to make my oatmeal until 11:30am. I wolfed it down for lunch and was not thinking about anything other than, "Gotta GO! Gotta GO! Gotta GO TO WORK!" Not very interesting blog fodder, and no time to post it either. ;)
Well, he is back, and we are resettling into our routine.
Today with my oatmeal I am thinking about junk and the adage, "one man's trash is another man's treasure".
Our neighbors hosted a garage sale for a friend who is moving across country over the weekend. I love garage sales. But I am really in need of NOTHING right now. I like to garage sale when I am on a QUEST. Currently, my quest is for simplification, and that simplification is in the form of LESS. We have a long way to go in this house to reach such a state, but oh, the temptation of a garage sale just steps from my front door with the cheery smiles of those neighbors was just too much. We went.
We bought a couple of small things, two card games, a frame thingy, a folding lawn chair (good timing as we wore one out on a recent camping trip) a spool of ribbon. Oh, yeah--and a mouse pad that I plan on cutting into stamps.
Next on the To Do list was to take a bunch of our junk to Goodwill. I gave it all a quick last look. Is there anything in there that has any value? No. I can't imagine anyone wanting any of my cast-offs. Sure, the items are in good condition, and maybe someone could really use them, I guess. But, I have no desire to organize and put a price on each thing, let alone sit out on the driveway for a good portion of the day in the hopes that someone will want anything. I feel I would just end up packing it into the car and taking it to Goodwill anyways.
BUT, I love going through other people's stuff. I love finding treasure. I love the quirky homey-ness of a Flea Market furnished house.
So, on this Tuesday, I continue my quest to purge, to simplify, and to make room (apparently) for other people's stuff in my home. Well, I made a little bit of room in the oatmeal canister. Now, looking around my kitchen and wondering why we need 14,000 wooden spoons...and trying to ignore my inner voice asking what crafty thing I could make out of them that would keep me from giving them away.
Must...not....Google...wooden...spoon...art...
Stepping away from the computer now!
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