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I did a garage sale once. I think I spent $10 on labels and tags, 20+ hours sorting and tagging, 4-6 hrs. sitting in the driveway feeling angry/disappointed/ripped off, and I made a total of $8. That left me in the hole $2602 because I place a $100 per hour premium on my time.
I think I might have spent all of my $8 at my neighbors' garage sales. I do treasure the unused boxed set of Anne of Green Gables books that I got from the neighbor to the north, but the Beethoven VHS cassettes from my neighbor to the south were not a big hit. No, not Beethoven the composer, Beethoven the St. Bernard dog who made almost as many movies as Mary Kate and Ashley.
At the end of the day, I had to haul all that crap back into my basement because I don't have a garage.
If I needed any more confirmations that garage sales are a bad idea, my across-the-street neighbor is having one today.
Pray for her. It's going to be a long day. She keeps hollering at her two-year old to stay out of the street, and putting her four-year old in time out on the front steps. Oops. Four-year old just hit two-year old because she didn't get to put the $1 in the cash box at the lemonade stand. Did I mention the only customer is the aunt? It's going to be a long day for them.
Temps are falling here. The weather is still gorgeous, but I did light my pumpkin-scented candle yesterday. Last night, I made chili and tonight we are going to try this Butternut Squash, Wild Rice, Smoked Sausage Soup. No, it's not meatless, but I'm working on that. Why isn't the feast of the exaltation of the cross a solemnity? grumble. grumble.
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Now the Chef tells me that we are supposed to eat pesto tonight, because St. Helen found the remains of the true cross under a basil plant. Apparently in the Eastern Church, they lay the cross on a bed of basil during this feast. The Chef got his intel from Fr. Z's blogpost here. Gotta love the term "penitential festivity."
Guess we'll be having the soup tomorrow night.
Sweet and sour Grace linked up to this post at Ain't No Mom Jeans regarding Lands' End new colored pants. I had already vociferously voiced my opposition to this fad before I read the review of the LE new colored chinos and fits.
Well, yesterday a friend called and said, "Why are you hating on the colored pants and then I see you in them?!"
I was intrigued by the rave review, and Susan and I went to our local inlet to do a test drive. She got the slim ankle cords in Raisin, and I came home with slim ankle chino pants in Light Raspberry Wine and Umber as shown above, minus the leopard print heels. Still looking for those. I'm saving up to get the Mazarine
Blue ones too. Because when I find pants that fit, I stockpile. I love them. And they feel like autumn.
And if someday Lands' End wants to send me free pairs to review online, all the better.
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Same with See Kai Run, Baby J's favorite shoe brand. She currently wears a 6.
Currently, Baby J is done playing with the Bananagrams I dumped out for her and demands eye contact.
The garage sale across the street is accompanied by much wailing and gnashing of teeth. It's going to be a beautiful weekend.
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