So far in May (and part of April) my weekends have been full of sunshine.
But not literally. It rains a lot here in the spring.
Last weekend was a healthy dose of laser tag and serious girl bonding over pizza and ice cream.
This weekend was just a hodge podge of random goodness.
First, there was some serious scheming between the girls in my mom's sewing class on Saturday. They figured out what they want their next project to be, when they are crashing my apartment for a sleep over, and what activities will take place in said sleepover:
"We can sneak into your bedroom when Corey is asleep and put make-up on him!!"
"Wait, is he a heavy sleeper?"
"Not at all."
"Ok. Then we'll give him some sleeping pills, drag him into the bathroom and pierce his ears!!!"
It was too adorable for words.
From there I went out in search of a large silver platter.
See, I have this big craft show coming up and I decided to display my business name (s.j.l. original) on a chalkboard affixed to the inside of a silver platter. Problem: no silver platter. Solution: peruse Saratoga garage sales and estate sales.
My first stop was this old brick mansion on the east side of town.
We have old 1800's mansions just hangin' out in the neighborhoods in my town, by the way. I would show you pictures but you would drool all over your computer and plan extended vacations that would turn into permanent vacations and I just don't want to risk you snatching up my dream house.
So I stopped at the mansion and it started to rain. Some of the goods were covered by thick green tarps so at first glance I wasn't sure if this place would end up a dud. At one end was an uncovered section of a makeshift table. On it a tray with a sign that read, "Everything 10 cents." And on the tray: a mayo jar full of wine corks and old wooden spools of thread.
This means nothing to you, I know. But to an old junk hound like me I was thrilled. Not only do I get a whole jar of corks, for which I have no idea what I am going to do, but also a little knick-knack to display with my other knick-knacks for only TWENTY CENTS.
Oh the joy.
But I still needed to look for my platter. I move on and find two small silver serving trays. Dang. Not what I needed. But there were still several tables covered by tarps.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a large silver platter. I saw that you had two smaller ones and I didn't know if...."
She lifts up one of the tarps and there, stacked seven deep, were large silver platters.
Beyond that: old silver plated flatware.
A block from my house.
You can stay here when you come.