Run, Run, As Fast As You Can

Dear Friends,

I'm writing this post because I know you need more ideas on how to spend your money.

I'm writing it because my baby is sleeping and my three year old is with his Papa in Florida and I don't know what to do with myself. 

I'm writing it for the sake of posterity. Someday as my children are wading through my junk and ordering a dump truck to haul it all away, they just might want to know what possessed their mother to acquire this stuff.

 I couldn't help it, okay? 

I was at Hobby Lobby shopping for nothing and everything, it's always that way in that store, I tell ya. As I was checking out, I glanced over to the holiday clearance rack conveniently placed right by the check-out counter. There they were.

They spoke to me. That's all I'm saying.

Then there was this, another holiday mark-down.

And this Winter my parents gave me this basket set. It's special because it's from them but also because I (and several other consultants) sent the idea into the Longaberger Company for a gingerbread house basket and it resulted in the introduction of this basket. I was in shock.

I had been heard.

After all the selective hearing that I face on a regular basis, it was a pretty amazing experience.

With the purchase of this darling vintage color book (E-bay), I am now the proud curator of a gingerbread collection.

Yep, a collection is defined as at least three associated items.

Like I said, I couldn't help it.

I am a collector at heart.

It's hereditary.

I got it from my aunt.

She collects bells, Longaberger, books, and several other things, including children. She has the full set of  limited edition J. Kids (twelve in all). Quite an accomplishment, wouldn't you say. I don't intend to compete on that score.

 I'm half insane with three.

I added these two Willowtree figurines since they look like they could be Hansel and Gretel. They were a Valentine's gift for my honey a couple years ago when we had just two munchkins.

And there we are, my newest collection.

And that, my friends, is all she wrote.

You can all heave a massive-- make that a collective, sigh of relief.

Love,

Raimie