This is the music room:
This is the side of the carport where my VW Beetle normally lives:
Doesn't the van seat just complete the vignette? There would be a stove there, too, but I couldn't get it out of the barn. I have been "planning" a yard sale for, oh, about two years. About two months ago I jumped up, posed with legs akimbo and fists firmly on my hips and pronounced "I'm gonna DO it!" The mister either rolled his eyes or actually laughed out loud. I can't remember his exact reaction because I was FOCUSED on my MISSION! So I proceeded to drag all this detritus out from where it had been cowering since the summer of 2007. But it was just so hot. And my mom punked out on me. And I started a new job. And I needed to get my nails done. And . . . I am a master procrastinator, people. I'm hoping that between committing to the Atomic Crash Party on October 9, and posting these truly embarrassing photos today, that I will be shamed into having the sale at long last.
September 11 looks to be the day. So if anyone is in need of VHS movies from the 1980s, cute small stuff that never sold in our old antique booth, wayward linens and speakers, or a plastic nativity scene for the front yard, I'm your girl. I'm hoping to make at least $50. Then I'll really be able to spruce the place up by October 9! (Seriously, be warned in advance that the yard is not . . . optimal).