This summer of yard sale hoarding has produced some interesting results.
Dozens of them.
Setting things aside here and there for months adds up eventually.
My Santa cups runneth over.
In an effort to address this accumulation, I've signed up to sell at one more vintage event this year.
It was that or get a storage unit.
Or move away.
Now I’m already having a little separation anxiety about the milk glass.
And in a fit of purging after attending an especially scary & jam-packed estate sale, I’ve decided to sort through my personal vintage Christmas stash to see what I can live without.
I mean if I can live without.