So, we had our yard sale on Saturday. It just about leveled me. Thankfully, the rain held off — it sprinkled at about 8, which meant we didn’t start putting stuff out until 8:30, and I wasn’t ready to go at 9 — which I hate. I’m always afraid I’m going to miss the first rush of people , and I think that happened to some extent — but we were still very pleased with what we ended up with. We made enough to buy both cribs! (That’s how all money is measured these days — in terms of what it will buy for the babies. “I just two textbooks on Half.com! That’s two boxes of newborn Pampers!”) Towards the end of the day, a guy came by and offered to take our leftovers away for us — he has a charity resale store — so we didn’t even have to make that exhausted trip to the Salvation Army at the end of the sale. I sold a lot of “projects” — pieces of furniture that have been hanging around forever that I had big plans for but never followed through on. I can’t believe how much better I feel with those things out of the storage space! I didn’t realize how guilty I felt every time I looked at them, and the fact of the matter is, it’s going to be a looooong time before I have time to dedicate to re-doing furniture.

Now it’s forward and onward to The Vintage Bazaar. Chicagoans, in case you’re not aware from my incessant chattering about this affair, it’s next Sunday (the 22nd) from 12 to 7. We are going to have SO MUCH stuff that we will be re-stocking the entire day, so if you can’t make it right at the beginning, don’t fear — we’ll have fresh merchandise every hour on the hour.

I’ll post as much as I can this week, but posts may be spotty. I have a few things to show you that I’ve been working on, starting with two vintage ornament wreaths that I made for the Bazaar.

I have a terrible burn on my thigh from working on these — a glob of glue from the hot glue gun fell directly from the gun onto my leg. It actually left a HOLE in my LEG and still hurts, even thought it’s been four days.

I am just not having luck with glue of any kind lately. OH — but I can tell my favorite ever glue story: one day my brothers and I came home from school to find my mom sitting on the floor in front of the refrigerator, fridge door open, her arm extended inside the door of the refrigerator. She had been using super glue to fix one of the shelves in the door and glued her hand to the shelf. She had to sit there and wait for us to get home and bring her the nail polish remover to free herself.  She says she wasn’t sitting there for very long but the story is funnier if I picture her sitting there for three hours, occasionally nibbling on fruit or sandwich meat from the refrigerator. Apparently, bad luck with glue runs in my family.

August 16, 2010 - 10:16 pm

Marsha Nagib Those are beautiful! Good luck at the Bazaar…and try to stay un-glued if you’re doing any more projects! Glad you’ll have cribs for your babies!!

August 17, 2010 - 12:08 pm

janie hightower Golly Gee, another hilarious story about your mother!! Say, price that first wreath really high and then if it doesn’t sell, looks like to me it will go well in the nursery!