homemaking

I’ve been keeping things from you and I apologize profusely. But I knew you’d be jealous.

I have a dumpster.

There, I said it.

I rented one for the move and I’ve never been happier with a rented item.  I’m giddy about it.   And to celebrate my sheer joy, my friends Kelly and Denise went dumpster diving with me.   And tried to pull out some old fabric.  But I put my foot down and made them come shop at the actual yard sale.

Which you should have attended, by the way.  When you move into a house with at least 4 less rooms, things must be purged.

And if you didn’t happen to make it to the  sale—you missed out. Because everything was negotiable. Even the small children.

Everything except the pressure cooker, that is.

Nick marked the $15 Walmart pressure cooker at a whopping $100.   It was a conversation piece.   Here’s a sampling of the many people who asked about the cooker.

Random Yard Sale Attendee:   “Do you mean to price that cooker at $100?”

Nick:  “Yep.”

RYA:  “Is there something special about it?”

Nick:    “Not really.”

Turns out, Nick is an aspiring chef and wanted to keep the cooker for himself.   We told him to just take it out of the sale and keep it but he insisted that, for the right price, he’d sell it.   At the end of the day, he let his guard down and offered to take $40 for it.  The woman laughed and said,  “You can just keep it then.”    He was happy to see that absolutely NOONE was tempted by the world’s most expensive pressure cooker.    We laughed all day about it.

Then there was the scary pumpkin/shoe display.

I walk into the garage and overhear this:

Daniel:  “Why is that scary pumpkin with the really tall legs wearing a top hat and eating paper?”

Nick:  “I don’t know but I think that’s why the shoes aren’t selling, man.   We should move the pumpkin.”

{{{Backstory:  The teens were in charge of the yard sale and got to keep half the proceeds from the things they sold.   They were highly motivated workers.  Nick and Daniel (Steve’s nephew) on the lower garage and CAiti on the upper garage.   The boys worked hard to set their garage up like a department store with a veritable sporting goods’ section.  It was priceless.}}}}

The boys worked hard and seldom did I see this when I went downstairs. But I love the cat ears head band Nick. And the price tags.

And CAiti was busy all day too—-negotiating, chitty chatting and watching lots of our pretty things go bye-bye.

I was so happy to sell both of our extra refrigerators.   I called my favorite appliance delivery boys to  load that baby up for  the happy new owners.  I’m sure Stevie and brother Jeff were thrilled to be interrupted in their fishing excursion to help—-but they really did  deliver appliances for their dad’s store back in the day.   It was all so vintage.  I’m just sayin’.

It was a great day and fun was had money was made by all.    I love these guys.

Of course, since we were so lucky to have brother Jeff, Daniel and Grandpa Eddie visiting, we had to squeeze in a little lake fun!

We live on a peninsula, with our house on the ‘main channel’ side and our dock on the ‘cove side’. Our 4-wheeler will make the trek down to the boat a little easier on the 40 somethings.

They were such good sports to put up with our busy schedule this weekend and our beastly mammoth, Hank. Hank thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. He swims and chases ducks all day.

We were sad to see our family  go today. We made them promise to come back down soon.   {Thanks so much for making the long journey down—we love you guys!!!}

I leave you with one more pathetic peak into my house. I’ve been meaning to clip some wisteria from our road and put it on the mantle but I’m so exhausted that by the time I remember to go clip some, I’m too tired. You can see more unedited pics  from the weekend and from the house on my flickr stream.

And I’m gonna go collapse in a heap.

Love to you!