I was making my coffee this morning when I looked outside to see the weirdest thing. A squirrel was dragging his furry little butt across the top of our picnic table.
“There’s a squirrel dragging his bum across our picnic table!” I shouted to Mark.
“Maybe it’s itchy!” he said.
Uh huh. That table is going to get SOME KIND OF SCRUBBING.
This weekend was a busy one, filled with fun stuff, not to mention reams and reams of HAIR and HOT WATER and a General Feeling of Alarm and Squeamishness.
*sigh*
Saturday morning Sarah and I went to a couple of church yard sales down the street. Thank goodness for little people! They see things you don’t. If she hadn’t been with me we wouldn’t have found this super-awesome microscope, complete with six slides! It was a dollar well-spent, don’t you think?
I went out alone later and I picked up some treasures too. I spent a couple hours at the annual Art in the Park in the Glebe. And to think, I came very very close to missing it. As I do every year, I wandered around, feeling a mix of joy and wistful sadness that I could not afford to really buy anything. Gah. No, seriously, it was incredible. If you want to buy art – any art – this is the place to go. There was so much great stuff this year. I fell in love and had my heart broken about 20 times.
But I didn’t walk away empty-handed. No, I bought an artistic matchbox holder from a group of student artists:
Ha. It still makes me laugh.
On my way home I stopped at a couple of garage sales. First, I stopped at a place a few blocks away from me. I couldn’t believe it, this lady had the coolest stuff, above and beyond the usual crap one sees at garage sales. Seeing her spread was like peeking into her soul. She was selling vintage hankies and embroidery and hatboxes and more. She even had a hat rack.
I walked away with little rugs for my tableware:
… and a book …
… and sweet old bed topper that is currently hanging out on the line.
At a different garage sale, I was given some cupcakes:
I know, not exactly a traditional garage sale item, but how could I say no to cupcakes? Especially when they were whipped up by someone I know (and like so much!) in blogland?
The cute cupcakes did me in. I bought some of her dishes. Here’s a shot of one of the smaller ones, uh, post-cupcake:
Crazy huh? And the day was far from over.
Later we did some of this:
And I did lots of this:
And here’s Sarah with a sweet little parasol she bought at the church yard sale earlier:
But our weekend wasn’t entirely full of leisure, no siree. On Sunday we motored to Marmora (at a price of $1.33/litre – ack) to do some gardening for my mother. It was hot, oh boy, and the labour was backbreaking, but after all was said and done we did some of this. And that kind of made it all worthwhile.
