Garage Sale Greatness....and other ramblings.

So, I love a good garage sale. In fact, my laundry pig and I go garage sale-ing almost every weekend. Who is my laundry pig? He's a hideous piggy bank that I got at a garage sale. Go figure. He lives in my detergent cabinet and when I find money in the wash, it goes in my laundry pig. We are very happy together and love each other very much. Moving on. We went out this weekend and it was FANTASTIC. If garage sales were a piece of music, this weekend would have been my opus. It was an amazing week. I'll start by telling you I only spent $8. Here's what I got:

Two sweet pairs of shoes. Both my size, both gently worn, both match outfits I have perfectly, and both are great for our beach trip. $3 for both.





Next, we hit the jewelry and accessories. I found a 1928 necklace with sapphire stones instead of garnets, but it's exactly like the garnet necklace that I got a couple of months ago, just with different stones. As for the other necklace I don't usually go for gold tones, but this was too funky to pass up. I love it. The watch is a great looking pewter cuff watch. It works, too. Jewelry $2.50 total.







Next I found some scarves for 25 cents each.





Last is my proudest purchase. I saw this skirt hanging on a rack at a nice estate sale. Then I saw something poking out of the band. Yes, it still had the tags on it. Brand spaking new. And it's beautiful and I love it. And the lady sold it to me for $2, because she is a saint.


As for my other ramblings - just some updates. Etsy store: Yes, I still plan on starting one. It's just that word of my sewing has gotten around at church and lots of people have approached me to doing sewing jobs for them and I have happily obliged. I am still working on Etsy products, but it has delayed the launch of my store. I'm hoping to have it up and running by the end of the month.

Even though I have a beautiful skirt, I am sad today. Tonight we put M to bed in her crib for the last time. Tomorrow morning the crib goes into storage and we start using the "big girl" bed. Today, someone at church told me that I don't have a baby anymore. I have a little girl. I wanted to go hide somewhere and cry. She's growing up too fast!! I can't keep up with it. I swear it was only yesterday that I was running in her room at 2am to feed her. Now she's going to sleep in a big girl bed. SAD. I am proud of her, though. She is compassionate and sweet. She is intelligent and a thinker. She loves books and art. She loves being outside. She's terrified of the water, but she's being brave as we work on learning to swim. She shares. She has real little girl hair now, instead of the baby mullet. She's good to her friends, and nice to the mean kids as well. She's happy. She's sweet. And she makes my life that much better, so I can't be too sad. I just miss my baby every once in awhile.

Lastly, did any of you ever read the Babysitter's Club books growing up? I'm curious.