Otherwise known as garage sales, for those of you not from my little corner of the world. I was back down in Milwaukee this weekend, seeing my parents, my sister, and some friends who still happen to live there.
It all started so innocently. Ali and I didn't intend to spend Saturday afternoon rummage hopping, but that's how it ended up. Quite by accident. I wanted to take pictures. Ali can't resist a 'sale' sign. (No, really, she can't. She will stop her car in the middle of the road, jerk it into a U-turn, and chase the sign down.) And it being a rather fantastic Saturday day, there were plenty of brightly coloured signs for us to chase. Most of them were bust. In fact, I think just about all of them were bust. Except for the one with the very lonely old woman who wanted to talk our ears off. We ended up getting candles and a coffee mug from her. That house was particularly funny: you had to follow a set of brightly coloured signs to get to her house, nestled in some winding sub-division. At one of the corners, another family had taken advantage and had set up their own rummage sale. (Crappy one, though. Ali and I didn't even stop. We could tell.)
I walked away with ... a Maxine coffee mug, a beeswax candle, a candle shaped like a castle, and two Avon body washes (some woman was clearing out her extra stock). And something else, I know I'm forgetting. Alas. All in all, it was a good Saturday. And Ali time! I do miss (and love) my Ali time!
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