Do you recall how open and innocent and empty my antique mall space was the day I moved in?
Egads! (that’s me channeling my mother, by the way)
And yet, I must be doing something wrong.
Because as my mall space fills up, my house doesn’t seem to be any less full.
What’s up with that?
Don’t answer that.
(I just returned from an estate sale. I’m starting to sense a pattern here.)
And if you’re wondering about those three dressers that were on the brink of becoming a permanent part of the scenery here, they are going, going, gone!
Have a wonderful weekend!