I'm normally not too keen on wrapping up my weekends here, mostly because nothing happens besides the typical 30hr felting session//craft show//zombie movie marathon//remembering loved ones who have passed. But this past weekend was just too much to not share.
Day One: my very first auction. I can't find the words...no I can find the words, I just can't arrange them into a sentence that conveys how exciting this was for me.
Thank you bullets:
- I love junk.
- I love to repurpose junk.
- I love working for my junk.
- I love a good deal.
- I love old stuff.
- I love watching people.
- I love imagining why anyone would want German woodcut figurines.
- I love out-of-the-ordinary activities.
"Hi honey (this is my mom on the phone to my dad), we're just on our way home from an auction......Yeah, an auction. Stacie dragged us to it......(to me) Your father said that had you written all over it."
I may or may not have ended up with $13 in goods by way of a paddle-happy sister. But in her defense she was sure I needed a gold framed oval mirror.
Also Day One: Mr. Oliver T. Lucas is now the proud owner of a brand new rain jacket!
He hates it, but we are hoping he'll grow to appreciate it on those days we would normally have to call off walks due to inclement weather (drizzle).
"Yay, Oliver has a rain jacket!"
"Yaaay....you do realize this means we have to walk him in the rain, right?"
One More Thing About Day One: turkey sandwich.
What?! It was a great sandwich.
Day Two: shopping and holiday coffee and nap and zombies.
At the end of this day I had Christmas gift ideas, one shirt I don't need, another shirt I'll wear once this year, peppermint mocha in my belly, one hour of uninterrupted snuggle time with the dog, and my weekly fix of zombie apocalypse.
At The Very End of Day Two: banana split.
My current vice. Don't judge.
Of course there was some work to be done. Which I did. Because those four necklaces, 13 baby headbands and acorn ornaments can't make themselves, am I right? or am I right?! or am I right?!?
And that brings us to Monday.
Aren't Mondays easier when you know there's an eatin' holiday coming up?
Is this just me?