Sun. Rain. Wind. Thunder. Cherry blossoms. Winter. Spring. Little blonde puppies. Grumpy jealous older boydogs.
And that was only this weekend.
Believe me, I know how she feels.
Although the garage sales doldrums are upon us, the pre-summer wardrobe season has given us bounty most plentiful. And as we receive, so shall we give back (to the opshops), that we may be able, once again, to walk into the bedroom without danger of death from clothes avalanche.
I hate it when you lose a new item of black clothing in a poorly lit room with a gazillion other pieces of black clothing.
After last week's coatfest, I was being a little cautious this week, but was excited about the new season's burgundy/red pants I found - right till the Girl-child claimed them as her own. She grabbed a heap of clothes from Friday's op-shop round.
I've clawed back a little floorspace in the lounge by re-stacking and sorting my framed drawings and prints, and making new piles of the vintage frames waiting to be used. I've decided to have a Fathers' Day sale to make some room for new works. I shall post here when I have details.