Saturday I was on my way to see Andrew. I’d stopped at McDonalds to get caramel iced coffee and on the drive came across a garage sale. And it had a dresser for sale, just what I’d been needing.
It’s been ages since I stopped at a garage sale. But then…I was early and this would eat up some time.
As soon as I parked, I saw it. What I’d call a sage green dresser, sitting sloped in the grass. I’ve been looking for a dresser that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg (or over $100) for nearly four years!
I just can’t get good photos today. It’s been raining and overcast. I’ll get better pics another day.
Anyway, back to my spying the dresser in the middle of the yard. It didn’t have a price on it. I tried the drawers. All worked perfectly. Not a ding or scratch on it.
I went up and asked the woman how much it was. “Seventy-five dollars,” she said. I told her I’d think about it and look around some more.
I still didn’t want to pay $75. The bills from my biopsies have been coming in and I’ve been paying on those expensive things.
I walked around, picked up a neutral-type painting for $2. I knew this one addition wasn’t going to help my bargaining much.
I went back and asked her what kind of deal she could make me. She thought a minute or two, and then said, “I’ll take $50.”
Sold! I knew I might have to wait another four years to find one that nice. A kind man put it in the back of my Pathfinder for me.
Oh, the things I’ve managed to put in the back of that car. I’ve put recliners in there!
I was just pleased as punch. I could envision the sheets and place mats and fabric napkins I could put in there. And I could get rid of some of my stacks sitting in the closet.
So I saw my little man. We played patty-cake about 150 times. I kept changing the wording to be him or his mom or dad.
He loves to be pushed around in the rolling desk chair. Anything that is moving and not being still is what he wants.
My daughter chases after him trying to get him to stand still long enough to put a diaper on him. He gets a diaper put on while on the run.
I don’t have photos. I’ve stopped taking my camera lately.
Andrew is far too busy these days to be still enough for a photo. And then I find myself so wrapped up in trying to get a shot, I’m not spending time with him.
My son-in-law said if I’d wait till they got out of church the next day, he’d come over and get my dresser out of my car for me.
All day Saturday when I got home, I imagined where I’d put it. You’d think I’d put it in the bedroom. But no, I wanted to change up the living room. And change it I surely did!
I left some things the same. And I changed up others. More of my cottage look is back. Reds and navy-blues are back! I was just missing my homemade quilts and had to get them back out.
I’m still working on the dining area and haven’t begun on the bedroom. Have to rest my ankle in between. But I just wanted a change, and I’ll get there by and by.
In a month or so, it will be time to repot the house plants and bring them in. Plants always soften the edges of things, and I love the look of them indoors.
I found I never ate at the table when it was in the living area. But I do when it’s here. I guess it’s the proximity to the kitchen.
I tried to get pics of the pupsters, but they all came out blurry. They just weren’t being helpful today, even prissy Ms. Abi.
I had to take Charlie to see what this knot on his head was this morning. I did not want to HEAR the word biopsy. And the vet never mentioned it. Just drained it and said it was harmless. Would probably come back.
But I am a worry wart when it comes to my babies.
When I was at my daughter’s, she gave me these reeds and a bottle of that smell-good stuff you put them in. But she didn’t have the container.
Well, I knew just what I’d do. Remember the hanging mason jar lights in the dining room at the rent house? I haven’t been able to figure out a way to hang them here. But I knew I could take one of the three jars with the cut out lid and add the reeds.
I rather like them better in the jar than in the little container you usually put them in. More “me,” don’t ya think?