I am thrilled to share with you that I found my way to my first-ever-as-a-Washingtonian Estate Sale yesterday and I scored some wonderful items for my booth space at Camas Antiques, as well as a couple of things for my own home. That wasn't really the exciting part for me though. No, not by a long shot. The exciting part for me was finding the location all by myself.
I am sure I have shared this before, but I literally have no sense of direction. Nada. I've been this way since birth, and my entire family, as well as every one of my friends are painfully aware of it. Trust me, it was challenging enough living in little old Reno, Nevada, with only two freeways going through town, but now that I am up here in the pacific northwest, well, it's nothing short of a miracle that I found the place, and an even bigger miracle that I found my way back home.
I have a Garmin on loan from my daughter, but I haven't quite mastered that little tool yet. (Don't ask. Please.) Anyway, the important part of my story is that I found the location, I shopped, and I drove home, without incident. (Well, that is not entirely true. When I went back to the location in my son in law's truck to pick up a large chair that wouldn't fit in my car, I had a slight mishap. A huge rock bounced up off the freeway and clobbered the windshield, leaving a chip out of the glass the size of a nickel, and me in a cold sweat.)
The point I am trying to make with this post is that I am, all be it ever so slowly, learning my way around the area, little by little, and that makes this place feel like home.
*****Just a little reminder here for those of you that are participating in this year's Holiday Home Tour tomorrow....send me your pictures TODAY if you haven't already!!!!*****