We went to Atlanta today for a graduation party for our godson/nephew Davis. As an aside, if you are a Texas A&M alum (I met a bunch of y’all when I was in Houston a few months ago) be on the lookout for this guy, Davis, who will be your kicker on the football team next season! Gig ‘em Aggies!).
So we got home and there was a message from our neighbor Cathy that she would be having a giveaway on her porch come Monday and if we wanted a preview sale we should wander over.
Cathy has nice stuff. A few months ago she gave away stuff and I wandered over to procure an entire set of leather Aigner wallet accessories, a Vera Bradley purse, some pink (PINK) wicker baskets for Isabel’s room, and a The Sak makeup bag. Of which I absolutely needed none of these. But still, good stuff!
For a minimalist, I am strangely attracted to stuff.
So today we wandered over and I had myself a fine little time. It was my own private yard sale, with a dash of antiquing thrown in. I walked home with: three high quality bath towels; two Williams Sonoma mini-spatulas; a collection of wooden spoons (to replace the ones our dog ate); two stainless steel bowls; a Made in Italy plastic crayon tray (wha? Yes, random and AWESOME); and about three other objets d′art that brought me great happiness.
I can’t remember the point of this post! I am just really excited about the random stuff I got. It was so sweet of Cathy to offer a pre-sale chance to grab stuff (and, as an aside, she wasn’t charging anything for any of this. She was giving it all away!) She said it was just time to purge. Her porch was filled with stuff — nice stuff! — and I hope our other neighbors find the same joy that I did.
In other news, all this stuff! Who knew I had such a weakness for it! Oh sure I like to boast a good game about purging and having less and all that jazz. But you put the word “vintage” in front of anything and I’m ALL ABOUT IT. Bring it.