I
am preparing for a garage sale that I really don't want to have, but if
I don't, the "clutter monster" will take over and slowly annihilate us
all. Ok, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but it is just the mark of a
tired, hot, frustrated woman who has been carrying boxes all day, waving
her magic marker over price labels and wondering where she is going to
put everything in this garage so that shoppers can actually walk through
here on Saturday.
That doll collection from the 80's - it's going. The counted cross stitch creations from the 90's - tada, going. Dickens Village - no room for it in this house. A myriad of frames, lamps in various sizes and shapes, Janelle's collection of outgrown children's clothes, shoes, purses, Christmas decor, Jennie's dog collection - oh, we've got it all...all in the garage, awaiting "pricing" and customers and (I pray) sales. Come one, come all.
Oh, be sure to look for the glassy-eyed lady in the corner. She once was a sane, fairly intelligent woman.
(Backtowork)
(This post originally appeared on the Elling Family News blog on June 16, 2009.)
That doll collection from the 80's - it's going. The counted cross stitch creations from the 90's - tada, going. Dickens Village - no room for it in this house. A myriad of frames, lamps in various sizes and shapes, Janelle's collection of outgrown children's clothes, shoes, purses, Christmas decor, Jennie's dog collection - oh, we've got it all...all in the garage, awaiting "pricing" and customers and (I pray) sales. Come one, come all.
Oh, be sure to look for the glassy-eyed lady in the corner. She once was a sane, fairly intelligent woman.
(Backtowork)
(This post originally appeared on the Elling Family News blog on June 16, 2009.)
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