Every single one of my childhood neurosis are set off by garage sales. I have had panic attacks at the prospect of visiting a garage sale. Having my own brought enough crazy out that I wore out my family and now they will have no sense of humour left for that midlife crisis I was planning for the next decade.
I won't waste either of our time with hashing out the details of the horror show, but since I have nothing creative to show from the past little bit, I will share with you the creativity of a others that I have enjoyed recently.
This first picture is lawn border of a house at the end of my street. It is made from headstones.
This reminds me, I need to take some pictures of the house a little further up from this one adorned with animal skulls to show you. I have considered going to knock on the door to ask if I could buy their house or, at least, take a little peek inside. I bet it's amazing. I only have two skulls outside my home (a horse and a cat). I have skull envy.
Some sweet graffiti on a downtown dumpster.
I've been listening to girl child memorize and practice the narrative from this video this week. It's a little surreal to hear your eight year old go on about crotch unicorns and bad boys but overall, I believe it is an educational experience for her and all of her friends she has been performing for.
And dear books, where would I be without you? Whenever the dunging out of the spider infested basement got too much and the sorting of a decade's worth of fabric scraps threatened to crush my soul, I could find comfort in the fact that at least I didn't have to try to chop a path through the Poplova Forest with a dull machete and eat worms. Instead, I could sit in my comfortable house, eat cookies and drink tea, and curse my good life. I am grateful for this.
I SO look forward to your musings. I wish we lived next door - although you would probably consider me boring. But I still wish.
ReplyDeleteSally, the house next to the skull house is for sale... if you are a forward planning type of person :D
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