It is a holiday weekend, which usually means no sales. Lately, though, with the economy in its present state, the usual garage sale rules have been abandoned.
There was a surprising bunch of estate and moving and just plain old yard sales. And it was an outing: me, my daughter Emily, my friend Carol, and my mom, who is visiting from Arizona. We stopped at six or seven houses and found quite a lot of interesting little things.
We have noticed that there is usually an "item of the day". Some days are all about sleeping bags. There are all-baby-nothing-but-baby days. Sometimes you encounter The Bridges of Madison County every twenty minutes. Today was a day of little rolling carts. There were four of them. Only one was cute enough to ask about, and it had just been sold. What kind of cosmic thing happens on Saturday mornings that makes people in the same neighborhood think, "Time for this little cart to go"?
This little winged treasure is one of Emily's finds.
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