It’s a sad state of affairs when you are all revved up to go garage sailing but the local paper informs you that “Sorry, there’s only one on; and it’s going to be picked bare before you even get there because, well, there’s only one on.”
It only adds to the sad state of things when you finally make it to some second hand dealers the next town over, because your MIL is visiting & not adverse to that sort of thing, and two of the four have decided to take the day off.
It’s all you can do not to chuck a big girlie tantrum when, by chance, turning into a street you normally have no reason to go down (you’re only going that way because the bakery didn’t have the bread you wanted), you spot the tell-tale balloons & hand drawn sign…
My mind is abuzz with the possibilities this wee set up could have – I could string the phone cord between our room & Miss Punk’s – I could ring her when I hear her up to no good & tell her to get back into bed. I could get her to bring me a mandarin (sounds like an odd choice, but it’s the only thing she can reach…) or run in for an extra good night kiss.
$5 well spent… even if they don’t work, they’re so darn purty.
Head to Sophie’s for more fateful finds…