This day rocked.
I slept late. I ate chocolate.
Then I sent my children off to Hebrew School and did not set my eyes upon them for seven hours of whine free joy.
I love my little bundles of joy, but now that we homeschool I spend all of my time with those bundles and sometimes, ever so occasionally I want them to leave me the hell alone. Just for a bit. So I can junk in peace.
Amy has the same problem, so we made a date for Mother's Day. The plan: junk until we puke.
I picked her up at 11:30 and we hit the ground running.
First we went to Urban Renewals where we spent two hours trying on clothes that a few months ago would have been far too small on us. There were so many wonderful moments of trying on mediums and smalls to discover that, yay! They fit!
After our retail orgy at Urban Renewals we required sustenance and went over to Zaftig's where we pigged out because it's Mother's Day dammit, and Mother's Day calories do not count.
Then, because we were without our children who would have been begging us to take them home, we continued the fun at Goodwill where the junk gods smiled down upon me and blessed me with the most amazing suede black boots I can ever hope to own in my life. The are Nine West, have a high stacked heel and go all the way up to my knees. 4.99.
On the way home we passed an estate sale and even though we were exhausted we stopped to look. Because we had no children and we could. I found a few cute things for my home. Why yes, I did take pictures!
That picture is of Rebecca in a cute shirt I bought her at the junk store.
The turquoise rimmed plates and the green plaid blanket were from a junk trip to Global Thrift during the week.
It was such a lovely day. I am so grateful to have a husband who understands my need to disappear from my family from time to time and for being able to spend the day with a pal who loves the junk hunt as much as I do.
Bliss and joy all around.
Happy Mother's Day!