Garage Sale Booty (From Last Weekend)

Here’s what you can get at Wilsonville neighborhood garage sales for about twenty bucks:

• a colorful linen tablecloth
• a wooden chair to paint
• a scooter for Samantha
• a gold-plated blender (no idea why a blender would be gold-plated, but the dogs chewed the plug off our old blender, so who asks?)
• cute tins that look like Richard Scary’s Busytown
• a few hardcover books from mommy’s childhood
• an adorable shower rack that won’t hang straight until I find a rubber gasket (the only troublesome purchase in the bunch and it was free, of course, now we know why)
• a set of hooks for the garage (cut off on the right)

Samantha was a trooper. We walked over a mile in the scorching heat. When she said, “Mommy, I’m thirsty.”

I said, “Don’t worry. We’ll find some entrepreneurial kids selling lemonade soon.”

Two houses later, we did.

She dropped it at the end of the driveway.

We tried bottled water. That went better. Daddy rescued us in our air-conditioned car, “Lucky.”

Let’s just say I am a reluctant cell-phone convert. This would have been a pro cell phone moment. Otherwise, he never would have found us in the maze of cul de sacs.

I had enough energy to spot the tablecloth and go back for the blender and chair. And Samantha still had energy to strike funny poses when we got home.

All in all. It was a good day. Today, the tins look like they were made for our living room. Love when that happens.