a peek inside the fishbowl

There was a community-wide garage sale in my area last weekend, which coincided with a dozen other events I wanted to visit and photograph for the Kitchissippi Times. On Saturday morning I got up, made a coffee, and drew up a game plan. As much as I would have liked to hit up multiple yard sales I knew could really only handle one, so I opted for the “Wild Wild Westboro” garage sale. It’s held in the park every year right beside the Dovercourt Recreation Centre and proceeds of table rentals go to the Westboro Community Association (of which I am a member).

I did the rounds, chatted with people, and then got sucked into a table that had a box of vintage medicine bottles, including this cool bottle of castor oil:

I didn’t buy it, but for two bucks I did buy a figurine of a dog that reminded me a bit of Piper:

I had to go back past our house to continue the route I had planned for myself, so I put the figurine in my pocket and tucked my new-to-me hardcover book under my arm, and biked home. I dropped them off, and as I continued on my way to the next event on my list, it occurred to me that the very act of buying a figurine has pushed me further away from my Youthful Days of Adventure and Bold Choices. I bought a figurine, therefore I must be officially entering the realm of old ladies. My teenage self would never have believed that I was someday going to buy DOG THEMED KNICK KNACKS. Now that I’m not cool anymore, maybe I’ll start browsing Hummels on eBay.