This morning, at an estate sale, I bought a Kitchen Aid mixer for $3. Yes, three dollars. It's little, it's older than I am, but it works. I could sell it...or I could have Kitchen Aid mixer. For $3.
I also went to a demolition sale. I wanted to buy all the knobs off of everything, but didn't. This house was beautiful. Why are they tearing down this house? So many nooks and corners to hide in, so much quality wood flooring. I wanted to take all the long, single beam wood hand rails from the stair cases and turn them into a crazy xylophone.
I'm much better at ideas than execution.
Showcase slot tomorrow. Am I ready? No!