These things are the sort of example that I have become my mother.Where spending $20 on a vintage needlepoint pillow could never compare to anything brand new for $20. Finding a vintage crocheted bedspread that a dealer originally priced for $200 and gave away for $80. And two mirrors, marked at a 50% discount...I've either stepped into big trouble, or I'm right where I need to be, in my own little happy place.
I can't pass up a deal, especially when my heart belongs to that piece. It might sound ridiculous to many, but I can only buy something if I've fallen in love. I found this bedspread 5 days ago, and woke up every morning thinking of it. (That's sickening, I know...) But when it's yours in your heart, it's meant to be. I went back to the store, and to my surprise, the dealer discounted her sale price by $40 and I proudly toted that blanket home with a smile on my face. I don't shop a lot, because honestly, when is there time? And who's made of money? But I have a love for antiques, character & charm, and wherever there's a will, there's a way. This one's for Marcy Lane. I've inherited this mentality (A trait I love to share with Elliot) that life is sweet when thrift stores and antique shops are in the picture. And I'll believe it 'til I'm gone.
You know, now that I think about it, I sure hope two ultrasound tech's are correct about this baby being a girl...
Anyway, I think God has sent a little boy and a little girl to teach us many lessons, of course, but to bring out the best in both Brian and myself. The fact that I can walk into a store and think pretty thoughts for Marcy has totally made me breathe a little easier. It might be the hormones, who knows. Regardless, Brian's got his little buddy, and I've got my little lady, and we're all excited that this family and all our personalities will finally be equally dispersed!
Brian, Brady & Diesel & Me, Marcy & Lilly
And last, but certainly not least, I need to show thanks for my supportive husband. He's dealt lovingly with the unwelcomed hormones and this new world of femininity I'm stepping into. (I swear I lost it there for a while in the world of boys.) Thank you Brian- for not calling me crazy when I can't explain the tears, for smiling when I dig into a whole container of banana pudding, and reminding me to take care of myself. He's made our lives so bright.