My childhood is up for sale. Am I sorry to sell my old Barbie dolls? Not even a little!
My childhood is up for sale. Am I sorry to sell my old Barbie dolls? Not even a little!
I’ve got a passion for depression glass. Is there a line between being a Collector and being a Hoarder? Because I think I’m on the edge!
I love antique auctions. And flea markets, yard sales, rummage sales, and thrift stores. Every so often I get the bug to look for old stuff – you could say I’ve got flea-like symptoms.
They say timing is everything in life. I picked the right time to head out in the RV on a solo trip!
August is the month when we lose the battle with Mother Nature. Everything at the farm is tall, green, and unstoppable. It can’t be mowed or clipped fast enough. And then there’s the rain…
A deep freeze has settled in from Texas to Maine. There’s no escaping it – it’s winter everywhere!
No, no! Not that kind of beaver!
I meant the other kind – Castor canadensis.
Maybe I’d better start with the beans first…