First of all, remember when I confessed to the entire world that I’ve worn the same funky (not the good funky) sandals for the last 12 years?
They have been replaced by these:
(which totally looked better before I fell on my face in a parking lot and before The Smelly Barn Adventure™)
I’m afraid I now have a Born addiction. Even with the heel (2” or so) they’re comfortable for an entire day.
So my neighbor Jami is my partner in most things insane and probably the person I’m mostly likely to be arrested with. You all have a friend like that, right? We saw an ad on our local online classifieds that said “BUY DEAD PEOPLE’S STUFF” and we knew we had to go….in her father in law’s 1983 yellow (stick shift) Chevrolet pick up. You know, to haul all of our treasures. Or to look like the Joad family fleeing California in The Grapes of Wrath. You decide.
After a quick stop for donuts, we were on our way. We spotted a yard sale and stopped. I stepped off a curb wrong and did one of those falls where you know you’re going down but you fight it for about 10 seconds in slow motion. I hopped up and pretended I was fine, but there was blood involved and I’m pretty sure I strained a neck muscle.
Finally, we found our destination and The Smelly Barn Adventure™ began. We walked in and the lady said “Can’t you just smell the bargains?” Yes, it was that bad.
But oh the treasures!
(I’m totally recreating this purse because I love it that much. I don’t think you can grasp it’s full awesome-ness from this pic alone. Look for the tute next week.)
Jami scored a table almost identical to this one.
(image from here)
So what if at our next stop I found baby pigeon feathers still stuck to my heels?