When does enough become too much? From an estate sale to a flea market on Sunday, I was overwhelmed with stuff and feelings.
I found myself feeling sad at the estate sale. Here we were, in what had once been someone's home, wandering through all of the rooms and grounds. Even though it was very nicely and tastefully done, I knew this was something that was in our future. Not only that, many of the items remarkably reflected some of our very own treasures at 411...particularly dolls and clocks. Then add in that I'd gone to school with one of the "girls" in the family, it quickly became too much for me.
Of course, flea markets are all about stuff. You can find "treasures" all your own, or at least something you really do need and might have been looking for. I hit the "stuff" wall when I got to what I began to call "piles". I found piles of: jewelry, plastic smurfs, plastic dancing raisons, tiny dolls and toys and on and on.
By the end of our flea market experience, I'd escaped with only buying a couple of pretzels to share with Kat and our cousins. I still needed a little humor to help me forget all of those overwhelming piles of stuff. This car did the trick!
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