Suzanne declared me DAPPER after I put this outfit together. (Note that “dapper” is a much under-utilized word.) I tend to choose to believe compliments Suzanne sends my way. I know she is biased in my favor, but a tip o’ the compliment hat just plain makes me feel giddy as I meander through my day.
Tie o’ the Day up above is a Nicole Miller. Hula dancer shirt is a Sonoma. Hip hat is from Quicksilver.
The above title says we are “preppers.” We are not preppers in the apocalyptic, world-is-about-to-end, everybody-should-have-a-bomb-shelter, the-government’s-comin’-to-take-our-guns-away kind of way. Nope, we’re prepping for our Deltassippi yard sale next weekend. That’s the reason for Tie o’ the Day’s complete absence yesterday AND for its tardiness today. Please forgive Tie o’ the Day. We hate to let you down. We know you miss us bigly when we disappear. We hate to disappoint your curiosity, so trust that we will do better.
Anyhoo… With all this yard sale prep, we’ve been making a mess all over the house by sorting, bagging, boxing, dusting off, and categorizing. And we’ve actually stumbled on to a few items we didn’t even know we owned.
We did take a break from our sale preparations this afternoon when Suzanne was faint with hunger and wanted breakfast (for lunch) at The Rancher. After we ate, we visited Suzanne’s favorite amusement park in D-ville: Mom’s Crafts–where she gleefully touches every bolt of material, every spool of thread, and every skein of yarn.
What a trip to Mom’s Crafts means for me is that I drop Suzanne off in the parking lot, and head out on my own for a couple of hours. She’s supposed to text me when she’s ready for me to fetch her. The text never comes to me though, no matter how long I wait. Inevitably, I just give up and decide when to drive back to Mom’s Crafts. When I enter the store, the clerk is usually in the midst of measuring and cutting Suzanne’s bountiful haul. Suzanne then drags me around the store to see this, that, and it. No matter when I show up to chauffeur her away, she is still not finished in the place. She will miss it bigly when we aren’t residents here anymore.
But hey, our already busy day was not yet done. We bought a new lawnmower at ACE. (We will sell said new mower at the final yard sale we throw here, so we don’t have to drag it to Centerville. Even though we are divesting ourselves of our Delta stuff, when you need a lawnmower, you need a lawnmower. You deal with it.) Well, Heck Tate, Suzanne immediately mowed The Beach House lawn, which more closely resembled an over-grown field before The Big Mow. How long did it take her? 3 sweaty hours. That’s right. She mowed the entire thing twice. We are lucky that she loves to mow the lawn. (She loves it almost as much as she loves using her glue gun. You should see how her face beams when I ask her if she will glue gun something for me. There is no emoji that remotely captures the happy happy, joy joy on her visage when a glue gun is in the vicinity.)
And finally, tbloglodites, let me add this tidbit about the D-ville lawn: If it weren’t for weeds, we’d have no lawn at all.😉