I found this wicker cradle on my fourth or fifth pass through the house. I can't imagine why it hadn't been snapped up - maybe because it was filled with hideous stuffed animals. I probably could have sold it half a dozen times on my way out. People kept stopping me to admire it. Well, too bad, because I had plans for it.
Hey, remember a couple of weeks ago, when my poor Polly cat was so sick, and the vet didn't give her much of a chance, and I was pretty much spending my time force-feeding her and sniffling?
Time to make a plan to hit a few sales Friday. Is it just me or are these weeks just whizzing by?