Old Sarah meet new Sarah
Sometimes I can hardly believe I am the same person I was 10 years ago.
My very first car was a 1980 Mustang. I loved that car, I babied that car, and I cried when that car was totaled in a rainy day accident at a stoplight. It was followed by a red Dodge Shadow that I didn't give two hoots about, then by a 1985 Honda Accord. I liked the Accord well enough, but I was so happy to upgrade to a newer Accord when I graduated from college. One with a CD player and a sunroof. I cruised all over Florida in that car. The sun shining in on me, the radio blaring.
When I was pregnant with Jack that Accord started to die too. And I cried again when it went to someone new. I was so mad at my dad when he suggested we buy a minivan. Who wants a minivan? Ugh. But a mini van it was. I was never over the moon over the last mini van, but I liked it well enough. It can hold a lot of crap at flea markets, and it is useful when you have a child.
So, imagine my surprise when that minivan died and I marched myself right over to the used car dealer and told them that there was no question about it, I wanted another minivan. No SUVs, no sedans, please only show me the minivans. What?!?!?! Did I say that?
That's my new-to-me minivan up there. And it rocks. Well, as much as a minivan can rock. :-) Who knew there was really a minivan driving soccer mom inside me of after all?
Despite the fact that the daffodils are in full bloom, the weather here is the pits. It is raining, raining, raining non stop. We have not seen a ounce of sunshine or warmth in so long I cannot remember when it was last here. I was so hopeful that March would bring spring. I guess there is always April, eh?
Bad weather means that the flea markets and garage sales are still as sparse as can be also. We went to a one time flea market yesterday in Eureka, and I am here to say it was so cold out there I thought I was going to die. The wind was whipping, I couldn't feel my fingers, and even me, die hard junker, did NOT enjoy it one single bit.
I did manage to pick up this piece of pottery at a different flea market a few weeks ago. I think we were out there in the snow. I know. Crazy. I am desperate for that mindless, relaxing wandering that comes with yard sales and fleas. Desperate I tell you. It's been a long winter.
I did find some ornaments yesterday. Holding the box in that whipping wind was pure torture. I think it nearly gave me frostbite. LOL
I put a lot of new pottery photos on Flickr too.
I am off to check in on all of you! I feel like I haven't had a chance to look at your blogs all week. Maybe you are having better flea market luck? Maybe you are soaking up the sun? It sounds lovely.