I know, I know. Halloween is over. But I couldn’t pass up sharing the little prince with you all.

People, the beauty that is a rummage sale happened to me this weekend—twice over. Though “beauty” might not be the right word since it was still me and dozens of other bargain hunters jammed into a church basement looking at boxes of old stuff that may or may not have contained used electric razors and calendars from 1993. But Robyn and I went there to win, so we elbowed our way toward the good stuff.

By the way, a great time to have a baby on your person is when you need to get ahead in a crowd. No one is going to shove the lady with a baby in the Bjorn. Borrow one if you have to.

I didn’t have the patience for the boxes upon boxes of fabric, or maybe it was that Dash in the Bjorn made it difficult to bend over and rummage. I left that to Robyn and she came away with the coolest black and white fabric with a cops and robbers motif. I headed to housewares to score three pyrex dishes in three patterns (gold acorn, spring blossom 1, town and country). Also, I may have brought home some Holly Hobby Colorforms for no reason whatsoever. Total expense: Two dollars for a bag full of retro fun for my house (not for the shop this time!).

And if you should happen to see a documentary on “Hot Young Moms at Rummage Sales” could you let me know? I think I might be the unwitting star. I saw a few men with cameras while I was there but there were so many other people and I was so determined to find cool things before they did that I blocked them out completely. Robyn told me after that they were following me around somewhat obsessively and she overheard them telling someone they were filming a documentary. I know I was a bit crazed with bargain hunting but I think I’d remember signing a release. Just sayin’.

Rummage Sale Number 2 (Electric Boogaloo) was just like the first one except that there were no people, no stuff to rummage, and no one shooting priceless footage of “Hot Young Rummaging Moms: Watch Out For Your Pyrex!” Sadly, we missed out on day one of the sale and so, likely missed out on the goods. Overheard while we were shopping: “This is just what’s leftover.” But I did score a great old album called “folk western” for Dash. Songs like Rock Candy Mountain, Dixie, Lone Prairie, etc. Supercute illustration on the cover drew me in. He’s my little cowboy.

Sunday I made a giant list (as I’m wont to do) of things to get done during the day and then promptly ignored it and decided to head to Bradbury Mountain State Park for a short hike with the family. Apparently, everyone else in Maine had the same idea because they were all there with their walking sticks and seven children under 10. But it was beautiful and warm (in the 70s) and we managed to take a really good family photo. Finally!

Hope your weekends were splendid.

How’s it going Internets? I know, I know. I’ve been rather distant. I’m sorry if it’s hurt your feelings. I swear it’s me, not you.

No really. I don’t know where the time has gone. I didn’t mean to not post for so long. Certainly I didn’t mean to not post something of interest, I guess I’ve just been bored with myself. I promise in the month of September to do better. You have my word.

In the meantime, I’ve come up with something else for my birthday list. Isn’t it fun to create a list of things you’ll never get? Or certainly not all in one day. Unless I’m really lucky. Am I?
I guess we’ll all have to wait and see.

p.s. Not a very exciting link, I know. But check this out.
And this. I’ve got some serious crafting I need to get out of my system.

In which our heroine introduces her son, Dash, to the slide at the playground across from her old house. Dork Mom is excited.

DM: See Dash? Slides are fun. Look… weeeeee.

Dash: eh.

DM: Silly baby. Come with me and I’ll show you just how fun slides can be.

DM: he he he, sorry baby! Mommy should have remembered how clutzy she is and not tried to slide with 16 extra pounds in her hands. he he he. Kiss kiss.

Dash: Don’t ever do that to me again. I will kill you.