I do.
Makes me feel like a total bi-polar but then I could always just blame hormones.......we girls are lucky like that.
Anyway, got up early, 6:10, after going to bed super duper late.....3:30'ish. I putz and piddle when the BF pulls an over-niter in the ER. I just can't seem to settle when I am here alone. It is a lack of discipline more than anything. I spent a great part of the evening washing mega-loads of laundry. It is our own fault.....we went to Serenity Acres monthly rummage sale and totally, freaking wracked up on a ton of great name brand clothes, mostly for the winter months. I have a supreme distaste for wearing anything that has been on anyone else's body before I launder it. Of course, that means lots of work for me since my favorite way to shop is thru vintage and resale shops. I have to wash every thing I buy before I wear it. So, I washed load after load of clothes and linens.........love those vintage linens! They are very time consuming though......have to soak them and be very careful with them but they are SO worth it!
I had a long list of Friday rummage sales printed off the newspaper and one sounded really, really good.....ten families in the nicest area of this little tri-village (I live in an area that includes Flatwoods, Russell, and Bellfonte/Ashland but they all just flow into each other). I knew I had to arrive early or the best stuff would be gone. So, up I am, hitting the coffee that was set to be brewed and waiting on my awaking. It was excellent good........nothing like a hot cup of coffee to stir the senses and get the blood flowing. I downed a coupla' cups and got dressed and was out the door by 7:15. I should have lingered in bed, enjoyed my java and been lazy. They had nada to pick from........clothes and more clothes, which I felt nauseous looking at after washing 413 loads the night before.
I did find a way cute summer handbag and , and........what WAS that other thing? Oh yeah, some pretty pink towels for my Paris themed bathroom. Only .50 a piece and nice and fluffy so it was all good.
Since I was up and awake and in the car, using $2.30 a gallon gasoline, I decided to scout a few more sales and had to drive all over the fricking hills to find them and..................I should have stayed in bed, snuggled under the down comforter ( I use it year round....pure indulgence), the fan cooling the room, and Naomi Judd's book ("Love Can Build a Bridge", the one she talked about last summer when I went to see her at the Paramount Arts Center, purchased at a tag sale for a dime. Sweet.) begging me to read past the out of wedlock pregnancy with Wynnona.
Um, let's see.....where was I? Oh yeah....I did get some sweet doilies, some vintage unopened nylons, some great cutters for making pillows and some freebie vintage curtains that should do well on ebay. I found the usual assortment of .25 and .50 items. I seem to always gravitate to the same stuff....florals, old postcards. china and crystal, old linens, hankies, doilies, bedding, pictures, and anything, ANYTHING, with pink roses on it, and odd bits and pieces of things no one but me would love.
Koko Kat, AKA the Almighty Spoiled One, took a little nap among the day's offerings I had found. I thought he looked so sweet and innocent (?) nestled in my treasures of the day.....one of those lucky, unplanned, unposed pictures I love to take.
After the day we spent at the flea market yesterday, I did not neeed a single thing. Our car was packed. I am still cleaning it all and loving it and finding homes for my new treasures. I did find a simply too sweet, too special, too pretty litho museum print in a lovely frame yesterday........it is, of course, Paris, the Champs de Elysees with the Arch de Triomphe in the background by Antoine Blanchard. ~*~LOVE. IT!~*~
Best part........it was one dollar........one-hundred pennies. Little things like this make the whole day of treasure hunting a success. I can look at that picture and I smell, taste, hear, and feel Paris all over again. I must-need go back. I firmly believe I lived there in my old soul days. My first stroll down that lovely boulevard was cold. I ducked into a shop, bought a sweatshirt to layer over my travel dress.........I had not even changed from the flight when I walked that street the first time. I remember being hypnotized.....captivated.........swept away.......by the mere fact that I WAS IN PARIS, FRANCE!! My gosh, I fell in love hard and fast and the last trip we took was just to confirm that my passion was real.
Oops......got sidetracked, as usual.
Anyway, I call it a successful flea-day when I find a Paris litho, a Daher tin, or anything that evokes the sights, sounds, and images of my Euro-love affair. I am hopeless.
Now, the bad, icky part of the day.
I went too "momma-mode" on my daughter this evening. She calls me daily, or nearly, to check in and keep momma secure. She was getting ready to go to her hostess job at the Italian restaurant and I upset her. I should just SHUT UP.....but I cannot help it. She deserves better than she is getting in her current state and she needs to know it.
I left her a voice mail, told her I was sorry........hope she knows in her heart it's because I love her.......she is my life, my heart, my soul.......I GREW her!!! She will, hopefully, know I just want life's best for her and she so much to offer someone. I really just want to drive south and resolve this issue. But, I can't cause I love my daughter more than life and she wants me to chill.
It is hard.............
Oh wellllllllllllllllllllllllllll.
Shortly after that call, I got a ring up from my best friend here and she was venting that her 13 year old son had gotten mouthy and smart-assy on the phone with her. Seems he is visiting his dad on his yearly summer visit and she is supposed to go get him next week and he called to say, "That didn't quite work for him." Hello? He is 13, she took vacation days, as did her hubby, to make the trip to Missouri to get him, and he wants to stay longer? Kids.....I reassurred her that she only has about 8 more years to deal with it and then she can breathe easy. (that was mean, I admit it) ;)
I am just piddlin' again this evening as BF is again in the ER, saving lives, and I have eaten a single gal's dinner.....mayo on wheat bread with fresh bell pepper slices, sliced cucumbers, and celery. I am out of my fav little grape tomatoes or they would have perfected what was a wonderful treat for me. I could live on fresh summer veggies....and I have freshly diced cantalope waiting for my snuggly, under the covers, hour of reading Naomi till my eyelids droop. *yum*
Did I mention that I had a frozen peach daiquiri with dinner as well? Maybe THAT was why I enjoyed dinner so much.........whatever works. (I put up several pints and quarts of fresh summer peaches the other day......what a sinful treat they will be in the cold of winter that lasts forever and ever up here.)
I cannot stay up so late tonight. I already have my sale list printed out and highlighted and route picked since there are about 75 tag sales tomorrow! I have to get going early.
I am hooked.......addicted......a total junkie. But, my BF is too and he loves me and we enjoy it so there.
Also, we want to go to the lake. The BF is off the rest of the weekend.......*clap hands*......so perhaps a picnic basket with yummy summer fruits and veggies and muffins for a lake feast with the sun, breeze, water, and mountains. Heaven? Yesssssssssssss. (Have to work on the boat a bit first....the axle spring squeaks so we need to lube it and we need to tighten the engine cover since it has an annoying rattle when we hit the high cruise speed) Guy stuff......;)
I am having to resist the urge to begin yet another project. I got my One Stroke painting instruction materials in the mail today. Happy, happy! My fingers are fairly itching to grab the paint brushes but I have to wait. I need to watch the video and have a calm, maybe rainy day, to fully devote my creative juices to this. I so truly, deeply want to learn this painting method and it will be my happy treat to myself.
This is long........this is screwy and rambling.........but so am I and it is okay. I worked long and hard to get this eccentric and I am going to enjoy every moment of it.
'Till later........be good to yourself and find a happy every day.....doesn't have to be a big one.....just be sure it is yours.
Bon jour!!
p.s. One last happy moment from today......our second Florida amaryllis finally bloomed! The first one opened while we were in Maryland for a week so we did not get to fully enjoy it.
Also, my zinnias are finally setting blooms. Summers here are late and short so any flowering makes me very happy. I miss my southern gardening........
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