Yard Sales and Nordstrom Sales

First things first... Remember how I told you I was thinking of adding a "Recommended Reading" page to this little blog? Well, I decided to do it, but with a twist. Over on my sidebar you will see an Amazon Wish List/Recommendation box. This is where you can find a list of my favorite (past and present) books. I'll keep quite a few on there at all times but if you need further literary guidance, feel free to e-mail me. I'm pretty much a bookaholic and am always happy to chat reading with just about anyone who is interested (unless you want to chat about the amazingness of Twilight, in which case, I will have nothing to say).

Now for the yard sale coverage I promised you earlier today. You know that little old lady that lives in my soul- the one who loves old movies, Hummel figurines, Barbara Streisand, and squishy-faced doggies? Well, she also loves yard sales.

I usually avoid yard sales because once I drive up to one and get out of my car, all self control goes out the window. It's the same with the Nordstrom Half Yearly Sale. I just have to stay away.

Last Saturday, I was on a completely innocent trip to Smith's for Father's Day wrapping paper when I saw a bright pink poster advertising a garage sale. Without thinking, I turned. I followed the subsequent neon posters and after a couple of minutes, pulled up to the yard sale. Once I saw a cute little old lady sitting in a chair with a money box, I was done for.

$16 bought me a set of vintage (circa 1900, or so that cute little old lady claimed- she said they were her mother's... either way, they are orange and completely fabulous) dessert plates/bowls, an afghan, two vintage serving bowls (exactly like the ones we used at my Grandma Beth's when I was a little girl... sniff sniff), a Christmas platter, some dress up jewelry for Harper, a wooden hand mirror for Harper (which, being a narcissist in training, she loves), and a most fabulously old magazine stand.

It goes without saying that the little old lady that lives in my soul was delighted.

I don't know about you, but I think Miss Harper might be part little old lady, too. Why else would she wear this hat?