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(…)
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 –(…)
If you emailed me or facebooked me or tweeted me, or otherwise contacted me psychically? I AM GOING AS FAST AS I CAN. 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(…)
When you SEE what I just got on Craigslist? You will fall over. But first you need the prequel— about my antique mirror fetish… So you can understand how on top of the Victorian wardrobe, this year is ushering in an entirely new and stratospherically-superior level of craigslist treasures.
The week after I posted my how to make a Christmas bow tutorial, I sat slack-jawed in front of the computer… compulsively refreshing my blog-stats. The magic of Christmas has been redefined for me, because now I understand that ALL day and ALL night, people are out there on Google and Pinterest, looking for DIY(…)