Unlike many a fall Saturday, in which I peruse sales and wares at a leisurely pace, today I was the salee and not the saler. It was a lovely day for sitting in the front yard...that is for the first couple hours, until I started to feel sleepy and hungry. But it was all worth while when a girl the same size as me found so much clothing she had to go to the atm. And, when someone paid fifteen dollars for the horrendous tie-dye quilt I made in a beginning surface design class (it was a required assignment, OK?). So, about $150 dollars later, I had less crap to put in the garage, which was nice.
On a side note, I was telling some friends last night about my "rummage sale," a common term, I thought. But they preferred "garage" or "yard" or "estate" to my rummage. I mean it makes a lot more sense to me to go "rummaging" than to go "garaging" or "yarding." Anyways, shame on them for scoffing "rummage." It's a proud namesake.
I have no pictures to support today's paragraphs, and so, I'm posting some photos of the baptism invitations I made last week for custom orders. They turned out very precious, I think, and I don't use that word lightly.
