Thrifty Unicorns

Yesterday was half price day at a very large garage sale to benefit a local animal shelter. I went with the manager from my waitress job, she had mentioned once how much she likes garage sales so I asked her to go. 

We were out there for a solid two hours and I was pretty proud of myself for only spending $15.00. Then we walked into that barn…..Yes I bought another french Provincial chair. This time it’s for the girl’s room. It was marked $60.00 and on sale for $30.00. I even said to the guy, “I just bought a chair for $30.00 last week.” He said “will you take it for $25.00?” Well….geez if you’re basically going to give it to me….

I think I might price reupholstering for this one and using that blue paisley I showed you the other day that was free.

Since I’m asking you to remember…..do you remember that unicorn print I found at Goodwill?

The one from Goodwill is the best quality but that didn’t stop me from snatching these up for $1.00. They are all part of the same tapestry, the newest ones are a little faded and bought from different sides of the sale.

I’m not sure what I will do with the one that is poster sized since I don’t have access to a big cutter. The little one I will mat and frame for sure, I just need to go through my frame stash. What are the odds that I found two more unicorn prints?

I found these in the antique section, one in the Restore on Saturday and one at the sale Sunday.

I liked all of the colors in the glass, between the two of them I only spent $7.50. There were a few other things and all in all including the chair, I spent $40.00.

I came home and talked to the neighbor and she let me borrow her mower. I was stressing over the grass for a few days and am very relieved. I started cutting the front when a neighbor that I never met before came over and said “you look like you’re struggling.” I said “I do? I look like I’m struggling? because I’m really not.” “Look” he said. “I have this new tractor and I don’t have very much grass….” I wasn’t going to turn down help, the grass was getting high, so I said “sure, if you want to help with the back.” Next thing I know it’s fifteen minutes later and my grass is cut. Hey I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, I was lucky to have the help. That’s a really weird saying by the way…

There were a couple of times when I was cutting close to the garage that the mower stalled because of the high grass and I had to reach my gloved hands up under the blades and pull out the excess grass. There must have been something in that grass and I think the dog rolled in it. The girl being the girl was hugging the dag like always and a little bit later she starts getting hives. On her face and on her neck, even on her stomach. I developed a rash on my forearms about three inches wide starting right before my bend at the elbow. I have no idea what it is. The girl was with her dad after school and he took her in because her hives weren’t getting any better and they gave her a steroid shot. She grew up with poison sumac every two feet and poison ivy in abundance so I  can’t even imagine what this could be but we both has reactions to it. Mine really doesn’t itch that much and didn’t spread in the shower. It’s not a logical rash I guess.

I came home from work and did a little purging, a little cleaning, and some organizing. I took my second week”s vitamin D pill and am hoping for a repeat of last weeks deep sleep….Zia

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About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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