Every night I come in here thinking I will write a blog post and it will be GREAT and you guys will laugh and cry and just love it. Then, I think about what I have done lately and realize if I blog about THAT you guys will hit the 'DELETE monkeybox' button on your bookmarks. I am super duper BORING right now.
It is January 13th and do you want to know WHAT? I am trying to put my stuff back out from Christmas. But not ALL THE STUFF. I am trying to switch it up and make decisions and new displays. I did get the pottery out this week. I culled out a lot of my matte white pottery which was SO HARD. It's not that I am getting rid of it, I just chose to not put it all out this time. I am loving the colorful stuff only. Today I finally got a little cooperation from the Breadman and he helped bring in a big cabinet from the garage so I could finally finish up all that I took out at Christmas. He is unreasonable grouchy in this cold weather, so I specifically waited for a sunny day before I requested some of his time. (He is on my bad list, so bear with me while I bitch a bit.) (He's never read a word of this blog. Ever. I can vent here.)
One morning a few weeks ago the truck wouldn't start, so the BM took the "good" car. And he has driven it every day since. He won't talk about the truck, he won't have it looked at, it just sits there in the driveway. He gets home by 2:00 every day (he leaves at 1:30 am), so I can still get out and do some of the things I need to do. But what I really, really NEED is a day out in MY car all by MYSELF. I need to hit a few thrifts ALONE and look at ALL.THE.THINGS. I might not buy a damn thing, but I need to LOOK. In two weeks he starts a new longer route that will take him into Missouri every day so the chances of me EVER getting out of this house for a mental break will be slim to none.
Now, I didn't come here to have a pity party. God knows I avoid "Poor Pitiful Me" posts on other blogs. I'm sorry about that. But, you guys are my friends and you listen and YOU CARE.
I LOVE YOU!
So, last weekend, Lara and I went to an auction. It was at the Armory inside and apparently every dealer in the five state area was there. I am used to farm auctions or Estate auctions where everything is spread out from the entire house and you bid on box lots or piles of junk. This auction had it's share of boxes of stuff and piles of things. But, it was all collectible stuff. Very nice old stuff - lots of old German things. There was a box of Christmas decorations and you could only see a box of blown glass ornaments and a few old Santa's and a little chap in a tuxedo. I was hoping I could score it for maybe $20.00 at the most. It sold for $95.00. Zoinks! There was a round suitcase with vintage doll clothes that I thought I might be able to get for $15 or $20. It sold for $85.00. It was so sad to see all this stuff that you really wanted to be able to buy it or really even bid on it because the bids started out more than what I wanted to pay in the end. The auctioneer said that the couple had passed and left it all to their two grandchildren that were in their mid-twenties who had said, "Sell it all and mail us a check." Ouch. There were books, photo albums, WWII uniforms and medals and so many wonderful things. It saddened me that their families just did not care.
This post really needs a photo. Let me see what I can rustle up for you. Hang on.
Yea, I got nothing.
Aren't you glad you came here?
I'll be back in a better mood with happy stories of junk and journeys and lots of photos.
But, it might be awhile.