My boots and the truth about "running errands"...

For the past three nights I have been having dreams of junking. What does this mean? What kind of freak actually dreams of going to stores filled with the things that other people have thrown out?  What does that say about me?

This morning I got up early, at least by homeschool standards, and exercised. Then I showered and ate and woke David to tell him that I was going to "run some errands".

"Running errands." Sounds mysterious and important doesn't it?  It could mean anything. I could be going to the post office or the hardware store or negotiating peace in the Middle East.

When I say that I am running errands it usually means one thing- that I am sneaking out junking but want to sound like I am doing important housewifely duties.

That is exactly what I did when I told David that I was running errands. I made it sound like I had a very important grocery store trip to make. Then I just happened to go to a grocery store in another town that just happens to be near Global Thrift.

Junk needs me.

I found eight of these lovely Corelle plates. They are so cheery!

I snapped this up as soon as I saw it. Butter yellow Fiestaware mug.

Check out the price!

I also found some cute Oilily clogs, J.Crew polka dot flip flops and a Free People skirt. I spent two hours leisurely shopping while my family thought I was slaving over coupons at the grocery store.

There are not enough Hail Mary's to absolve me of my sin.

My friend Edwidge has been asking me for a photo of the boots that I found on Mother's Day. I wish you could hear her ask. She is French (and very skinny of course) and has the sexiest French accent. She cannot be denied, so I am posting some pictures of the boots.

One more thing, for those of you keeping track. I have now lost 33 pounds and for the first time in a year, Wii Fit called my weight normal.

I've never been normal in my entire life. Wii should say, "Freak, at a healthy weight". For now my appetite for junk and chocolate has been satiated and I can go to bed content.

Unless I have the junk dream again...

Proof of freakishness...

Today I was thinking about how cute it would be to put all of the gifts that my mom sent us in that old Radio Flyer wagon that I junked this summer. I could just picture it next to the tree. So precious.

It was outside filled with ice, so I went out and spent about ten minutes knocking the ice and dead leaves out of it. Then I dragged it into the house and put it in front of the heater so that the rest of the ice would melt.

Once the ice had melted into dirty puddles on the kitchen floor I wiped it down and placed one of the plaid blankets that I junked this fall into it. Then I methodically placed all of the gifts into the wagon.

I stepped back.

Hmmm. Looks a bit crowded. I'll just slide the tree over a bit.

Hmmm. Still looks kind of weird. I'll try it on the other side of the tree.

Hmmm. This is not working.

I took the wagon back outside and came in the house, carefully avoiding the puddles of dirty water still on the kitchen floor.

Next I went down to the very scary basement and rummaged through my collection of 472 decorative baskets and crates and found a few to bring upstairs.

Once again I placed gifts just so and stepped back.

Hmmm. Better...but not quite right.

Then inspiration! A three foot plant tier would be perfect.

I dragged it over and placed the gifts in it and stepped back.

Ahhhhh. Just right.

And it only took me one hour and a completely disgusting kitchen floor to achieve.

Eat your heart out Martha!