I am only one yard sale away from an episode of hoarders.

Every fall, our neighborhood has a town-wide yard sale. I wake up that morning feeling like I have been injected with pure meth: excited.  I love being able to roll out of bed, walk out the front door, and start yardsale-ing RIGHT AWAY… no traveling, no wasted time, no waiting.

It’s not unusual for me to be one or two houses ahead of Paul because I like to yardsale FAST… I have anxiety that other people are beating me to the good stuff, so I try to go twice as fast as everyone else.

Paul on the other hand, likes to talk to the neighbors and his leisurely, garden-party-mentality makes me insane… This is not a social event. This is war. Someone will win, I would like it to be me.

Ideas for upcycling vintage yardsale finds… I repurposed an antique box into a pretty table decoration.

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Trash night is the best night.

Paul was away for work last week.  A rare occurrence that affords me the opportunity to eat peanut butter for dinner and contemplate the prevalence of ax murderers.

Have you noticed how there are at least 12 times more ax murderers outside your house when your husband is away?

Before Paul left, he said – please do not put anything in the garage while I am gone.
So. Now all these pots are sitting in our driveway.

Trash night is the best night… Finding antiques in other people's garbage

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If you emailed me or facebooked me or tweeted me, or otherwise contacted me psychically?

Your comments and messages have overwhelmed me with gratitude AND fear that you will think I am ignoring you.

You’ve made me laugh hysterically. You’ve endorsed my belief in unicorns.  You’ve encouraged me to hoard-on.  Which is similar to rock-on.  But without leather pants or electric guitars.

You people have changed my entire worldview.  But not one of you has sent me a clone of myself, which is what I REALLY need.

I WANT to talk to ALL of you.  In fact, it’s the ONLY thing I want to do.  Also, I want to invite you all over for a costume party.  Because FINALLY I have met people to whom I would NOT NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY I would have a costume party on a Wednesday afternoon.

Paul says I cannot do that.  I’m not sure why.  I mean, I told him you are ALL JUST LIKE ME.

So in the meantime, until I can convince him, some of you have questions. Burning questions.  And to spare you any more agony over paint colors and ottomans, here’s a Q. and A.

Tufted linen ottoman and coffee table.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.