When you have children, you can actually see yourself in them sometimes. In the way they move their eyebrows when they smile, or the fact that they always make a huge mess while doing a project. Or that they can tell (and write) a good story. Or that they have to have ketchup on their eggs. (Okay, so none of my kids inherited that trait from me. I'm alone in that one.)
When you have more than one child, you'll see yourself in different ways in each of them. While I'm proud to share that all three of my babes have at least a passing interest in thrifting, (My girls a bit more so than my son, although he's been known to hit the garage sale trail too.) my first born inherited the over-the-top-I-can-spot-a-diamond-in-the-rough-a-mile-away gene from moi. Truth be told, she's better at it than I am. She's like a Junk Whisperer. Seriously.
She'll be at home and an uncontrollable urge comes over her and she'll head out to the thrift shops to dig around and see what she can find. It's pretty amazing, and some of my best booth items ever have been scored by my sassy-little-cardiac-critical-care-nurse-turned-maniacal-junker. If you don't believe me, check out her blog post here. (She's just started a blog, and I think she's pretty hilarious, even if I am her Mama. Please hop on over and leave her a comment to welcome her to the blog world!)
Oh yeah, she's definitely my little acorn.