A wise crafty person from Oregon once told me I really needed to go to estate sales. Occasionally I will see signs for one when I'm taking Mac to school, but I am never able to stop. It's not a matter of having time and I always have an "emergency" $20 hidden somewhere in my wallet.
It's because I drive that poor kid to school in variously horrifying states of disarray. Ninety-two percent of the time it's in pajamas and a hooded sweatshirt to hide the lack of a bra...today it was with wet hair from getting out of the shower three minutes before we had to leave and I almost walked out the door without shoes on. Basically if it's before 9am, please avert your eyes.
Last week I saw one of those rare estate sale signs as we drove to school and made a mental note to stop by on the way to pick Mac up in the afternoon...when my appearance had made its way out of the socially indecent realm.
It was fairly non-eventful until I discovered the box of hangers bundled in groups of 4 or 5 for twenty-five cents. Filled with thoughts of craftiness I quickly grabbed two bundles and I've spent the last few days wishing I had bought more...
I have visions of little nails or bulldog clips to hang for photos or one of the thousand of prints I have saved in my Etsy favorites.
So now I can add estate sales to my list of why it might be worth it to be relatively presentable in the mornings...right after if I ever had car trouble and having other parents actually catch a glimpse of me when I'm in the school driveway.
