Remember back in the olden days when I still sent my children to school and I had so many beautiful hours in the day to tidy and cook and tend to things? Those were magical days in their own quiet way, in the same way that my days with my children home full time are magical noisy days.
Back then I used to treat myself to a weekly junk trip on Fridays. I would drop the children off at school, hop in my car and be the very first to arrive at Urban Renewals. Fridays mornings are an excellent time to junk. The hipsters are either still sleeping or in class studying the meaning of Lady Gaga in the context of the economic development of the tupperware industry. Just me and my fellow junkers enjoying a quiet morning.
I miss having my weekly junk ritual, but I have found that I am able to slip away for some junking on Friday afternoons. Today I junked a bit with Amy and found some treasures.
This sweet little vintage suitcase was just the right size to carry home some of my treasures. Inside are an oilcloth totebag and blue painted mirror which needed to come home with me.
These cushions are the perfect size and color for the wicker chairs on my porch.
You know, when I started this post about two hours ago, I was awake and perky, but now I am very tired.
Instead of a proper concluding sentence I will give you dog pictures.