The girl who goes to bed the night before a yard sale…..who planned to the nines every step of her intended success……you know, boxes gathered for weeks before hand, priced 48 hours before the sale. That wasn’t me. Nine o’clock last nght I looked at Dh and said “Honey, we can face dragons tomorrow but…
You know the type….
The girl who goes to bed the night before a yard sale…..who planned to the nines every step of her intended success……you know, boxes gathered for weeks before hand, priced 48 hours before the sale. That wasn’t me. Nine o’clock last nght I looked at Dh and said “Honey, we can face dragons tomorrow but…
It arrived!
Once upon a time there was a little girl in Southern Arkansas whose best friend who always had the most “with it” things, Robin, had a secretary desk in her room. It was an eighth birthday present from her Annabelle, a very fashionable woman from Little Rock…what we considered the Big City in our small…