Pages

Thursday, October 25, 2012

I Love Yard Sales!

Maybe once a month or so, my husband - who also loves yard sales - and I will get up early on a Saturday, put on our comfortable shoes, and, armed with Starbucks venti somethings, head out on a treasure hunt.

There's really nothing in particular we're looking for, but the fun is in never knowing what you'll find.  Although finding a box of pristine vintage fabrics or trims is pretty high on my list of things to look for.

Once, we found a lovely kidney-shaped oak writing desk for only $20, and another  time we found three vintage suitcase for $5 each - those are stacked nicely in the corner of my sewing room.  Just a couple of weeks ago we found a set of crystal wine glasses - all eight of them! - for only $5.

My husband even found a set of golf clubs in a yard sale several years ago - and for just a few dollars found out that golf wasn't his thing after all.

We always find hardback novels that were on the best seller lists only a month or two previous for $1 or $2, and there are always boxes of paperback books in gently read condition to search though as well.  Both of us have a weakness for books and inevitably bring home more than we agreed to before leaving out, but again, that's the fun of it.  When our bookshelves are groaning full, we just head up to Mc Kay's in Chattanooga and trade them in for more books - that's a fun day that usually ends up with a great meal overlooking the river.

There was even a period of time when we lived in Kansas that our youngest daughter, who was in her middle teens at the time and into sleeping late, would accompany us on our hunts.  This phase didn't last long, but we will always treasure those memories.

Another fun thing about yard sales is when we decide we've driven all over half of Georgia and either found nothing interesting, or as on some occasions, found way too many interesting things, and the hungries strike - we get to go to brunch.  Brunch is when we thoroughly discuss what we did or didn't buy and just kick back and relax for a while and enjoy some quiet time together before we head back home to begin the "real" Saturday stuff.

Looking ahead to this weekend, I see that the weather is going to be quite nice - no rain in sight - just a perfect fall day.  Yard sale signs should be sprouting up everywhere by Thursday evening...maybe even a community yard sale sign or two if we're really lucky.  I've gotten quite adept at picking those out form among the "House for Sale" and various other signs that clutter every corner and entrance to every subdivision.

My husband is heading back to Georgia as we speak - his ETA is Friday morning.

I'm thinking we'll be planning on getting up early Saturday and following the yard sale signs yet again, looking for that elusive something we didn't know we needed till we saw it.

Life is good!

Monday, October 8, 2012

Coffee Addiction - A Shared Obsession?

My husband thinks I'm a coffee addict.

The power went out Saturday morning just as I was heading downstairs to brew up a delicious, eye-opening (huge) mug of coffee.  Since I'm currently limited to only one cup, I make sure it's an extra large, highly-caffeinated one.

Power outages are fairly frequent and sometimes long lasting here in Marietta, especially on Saturdays, so this was no trivial matter.  It wouldn't be an issue if we had a generator, something that has been mentioned previously and thoroughly discussed a great number of times, but we don't.  I guess he forgets I drink coffee for his protection.

I had no way to make the mug of deliciousness that had totally occupied my thoughts all during my shower, anticipating that first sip and almost tasting the exquisite wonderfulness of it.

Clearly this was a crisis of epic proportion calling for immediate action.

There was only one thing I could do.

Off to Starbucks for a Venti Pumpkin Spice Latte!  Heaven in a paper cup only 1.2 miles away!

Of course, my husband came along for a Salted Caramel Mocha Latte, and it was only after he finished his latte that he accused me of being a coffee addict.

REALLY!!!???