An evening spent organizing our barn with what has turned from a garage sale into a reasonably sized flea market, it seems. Tomorrow it will be the entire day (and evening); it's huge. My favourite part was when an antique dealer came by to scope it out, pre sale, and had his eye on every single thing that I had deemed awesome. D told me he tried to buy the pile that I had put aside for us. He made off with a chair that I dearly coveted, but the rest of it was protected, even though I missed D's calls, weeding the greenhouse, sans phone.

Maybe I should grow up to have a little antique shop? Oh?

And now, tea and brownie!
And then shower!
And then sleep! (Dear lord!)