Belleville bonanza (by Laura)

Readers, base was sponsoring a yard sale. As you can see, it blew. On my list of yard sale must-attends, base sales are barnacles. Samantha assured me she has been to one at this very location and it was fabulous. I will just have to take her word for it.

Speaking of Samantha, here she is,atn an estate sale chock-full of must-haves for old ladies. 5 kinds of whisks? Check! 25 polyester sweaters? Check! Musty, mice-poisioned basements? Check!

Are you named Todd? Do you know anyone with an itty bitty derriere named Todd who is in need of an authentic 1970s child's rocker? No? Neither did we.

Here is the most fascinating nutcracker I have ever seen. It is a duck. See? It says so on the outside. I never would have known it was a nutcracker had Samantha not been so brilliant and told me that was its use. Really, what would we do without her?

This is the ugliest fishtank. Ever. It almost gives me hives just looking at it.

It was a Belleville bonanza this weekend, readers. We did not have to travel far to reach some serious treasures. I am pleased to report that Sara may, at this very moment, have enough whisk brooms to achieve her long-awaited funky kitchen window valence, that is just how treasure-ful Saturday was. Now, I normally look disdainfully down the tip of my large Roman nose (and I can't even fairly use the adjective "patrician" here, because, really it is just large) upon Belleville sales, since we have already well-established my snobbery. I can not complain after yesterday, however. Bellevillians pulled out the stops to make this a weekend to remember.

In two weekends is the tri-city sale, readers, with the trifecta of Nancy, Samantha, and myself once again hijacking the van o'dreams to over-caffeinate our sleepy little melatonin centers in our brains to achieve the high that is the sale of the year. We may even have a new friend this year! Heather, a newcomer to our neighborhood, might be joining us! Mark it on your calendar to read the blog!