I did not go to any estate sales on Friday or Saturday. Here is why: I am overstocked. Check out this zipper collection. The house I bought them from could have been cleaner (that's an understatement) and so they needed a wash. And that's just the dark colored ones. The brighter ones I'll wash on Monday. Now I could do one of two things: a) sell the metal ones as a vintage lot on Ebay or b) keep all the zippers and never have to buy another one as long as I live.
B) is tempting. Zippers are expensive. But realistically, I need to get rid of all this stuff I've been buying. My shop is selling, but my inventory is overflowing. So out it goes!
I love this picture of Michael doing one of his favorite things.
He loves watering and in our climate, he really can't justify doing too much of it. But this summer has been really hot so he has had an excuse to get out and commune with the water hose. He's done some nice things with the yard this summer. He really loves landscaping. His main problem is that he has trouble pulling up anything that's in flower, weed or not. It is a little hard to get used to the lushness of the vegetation around here.
Last week I posted about my pitiful laundry. You'll be happy to know (or maybe you won't really care at all) that last week I wore khakis and crop pants and only put on a pair of jeans one day. This was good since my honey took me out for ice cream twice last week and I was more or less well dressed. I never look as turned out as him since he's got on his nice work clothes, but at least I was in the ballpark. And I decided to get really dressed up on Sunday. This is totally overkill for the Wilkes-Barre ward, but where else am I going to wear this suit? I really don't like how my face looks in the picture, but I am comforted by a story I remember about Berniece Rabe, a dear friend from Texas days. She remembers hating a picture they used on the back of her books.Then looking at it ten years later she realized how good she looked. So in ten years, this will probably look pretty good to me. I think we can safely say that my hair hates Pennsylvania. I believe I have mentioned this before.
I did not go to any estate sales on Friday or Saturday. Here is why: I am overstocked. Check out this zipper collection. The house I bought them from could have been cleaner (that's an understatement) and so they needed a wash. And that's just the dark colored ones. The brighter ones I'll wash on Monday. Now I could do one of two things: a) sell the metal ones as a vintage lot on Ebay or b) keep all the zippers and never have to buy another one as long as I live. 
I love this picture of Michael doing one of his favorite things. 
Last week I posted about my pitiful laundry. You'll be happy to know (or maybe you won't really care at all) that last week I wore khakis and crop pants and only put on a pair of jeans one day. This was good since my honey took me out for ice cream twice last week and I was more or less well dressed. I never look as turned out as him since he's got on his nice work clothes, but at least I was in the ballpark. And I decided to get really dressed up on Sunday. This is totally overkill for the Wilkes-Barre ward, but where else am I going to wear this suit? I really don't like how my face looks in the picture, but I am comforted by a story I remember about Berniece Rabe, a dear friend from Texas days. She remembers hating a picture they used on the back of her books.Then looking at it ten years later she realized how good she looked. So in ten years, this will probably look pretty good to me. I think we can safely say that my hair hates Pennsylvania. I believe I have mentioned this before. 
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