Half price day at Salvation Army today. Haven't been there since Spring (if THAT.) Figured I was due. A trip to town meant I actually put on makeup. And changing my shirt.
My trips to Salvo go as follows:
1st stop~ linens (for embroidered things, crocheted afghans, vintage hankies, and pillowslips. Those are the treasures for ME.)
2nd because it is right next to linens: A super-fast skim through little sizes (if I am not on time constraints)-only for gems like crocheted dresses since the little ones have plenty of hand-me-downs to keep them covered. Lots of times I just skip step.
Girl dress area~ to nab before anyone else any good Corynn size dresses, since they are so hard to find.
Shoes-for cowboy boots, especially. One must nab cowboy boots every chance they are given.
Boy clothes-because duh. Boys clothes don't last a month around here. Church shirts or pants are always needed. The rest of the time he can look like a cowboy.
Then back to glasswares for the occasional basket or colored glass treasure. And books.
And then, if shopping with someone, I wonder around aimlessly until they are done. Glancing through skirts and shirts for me, knowing I never find anything for me to ever buy for myself.
Judah in linens~ playing touchy feely with the crocheted blankets.
Adele', on the other hand, would be happy to live near the purses and mirrors.
I also got a tiny pair of glittered klompen.
Adele' is trying VERY hard to hold still enough for a good picture.
Judah's plate at supper. For the rest of ours, just imagine everything all mixed up. And a lot more green.
"Who remembers the name of Zachariah's wife?"
And Adele' raises her hand and shouts "I DO!" and I say, "okay Adele'. What is her name?"
And now the children are sleeping and this blog post is done so I must go downstairs and finish doing this:
Two more days....