Eye Makeup On, Red Minivan Gassed Up -- Estate Sale Here We Come!

Friday.   A gorgeous sunny, hot summer day and I 
am waiting for my friend Emily; we've got a date.

First, a trip to my antiques booth to deliver a desk

I bought on Tuesday, then it's on to a promising estate sale.  

Promising . . . as in "Whoa! Some great old furniture!"

Estate sales around here are often what I consider over-priced,

but then I am a horrible, unrepentant cheapskate

and hate to spend more than $35.00 on anything.

Thrifty?

Oh, my dears, when it comes to furniture, I eat Thrifty for breakfast.

It's not your imagination.  That last sentence made no sense at all.

(Sorry about the quality of these shots.)

So I've put up a few pictures of items I hope to see today,

things that I'd like to pop into my antiques booth.


Or . . . let's be honest . . . pop into That Old House.

There's always room for just one more table

or cunning little cupboard, isn't there?

Or maybe a bit (more) blue and white china?

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For several days I have not put makeup on; too many tears.

But today I'm stepping out with a dear friend, and

I'm making a big leap of faith and slapping on some mascara.

So as not to frighten the natives.

I can't guarantee it will last long, as I'm pretty sure Emily and I

will share some fresh tears, but if my makeup melts off my face

that will give us something funny to laugh about.

Although, come to think of it, my face

is funny enough to always laugh about.   :-)

Wish us luck.

I'm hoping to also negotiate a good price
on this highboy at a local secondhand shop.  

Ain't it a beaut?

I need to get out of That Old House, where there are reminders
of Dion in every corner, and I keep thinking I hear him.

This weekend Howard and I will be at the beach house,
where we will sit on one of the decks, and contemplate this:

Something about salt water is very healing.

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Our family deeply appreciates the caring messages you have sent;
 it helps immeasurably to know
that there are people who understand, and so many who
have been there before.  Many thanks, my friends. -- Cass