Just home from a visit to my parents' house. This visit was almost identical to my last visit on my own last summer. It's kind of weird to replicate visits. The only thing missing was yard sales on Saturday morning, only because my dad took my brother golfing for his birthday. My family is rather predictable.
Did I do anything exciting? No. We went to a couple of thrift stores. Mom and I went across the border to Prince's and for a drive up main street Oroville (which is almost exactly the same as when I was in highschool, only with a yoga studio); I bought a yard of '30s fabric and scoffed at the pathetic cereal selection. Got to visit with my aunties and my cousin. I watched a lot of TLC, Food Network and HGTV, and a little bit of A&E last night.
OK, watching Hoarders freaked me out a bit. I see myself falling into that if something weird happens to me and I have another one of my episodes, and suddenly they're trying to take my kids and my cats away. Oh, wait... I don't have kids or cats. Whew. I'm fine now.
The big excitement for me was coming back with a bag full of coloured Pyrex and Fire King casseroles (with lids). I say a bag and I mean it: I wrapped it all up in my clothes and carried it on the bus like luggage. My mom tried to make me put it in a box, but boxes are for chumps. The haul: a Verde divided lidded casserole, a Dandelion Duet divided lidded casserole (for a buck!), a 1 1/2 qt Butterprint dish (no lid), two Fire King lidded bowls and a oval lidded casserole that looks like Gay Fad, but isn't marked on the bottom (from my grandmother). I only paid for the one casserole; the rest was from my mom, just stuff she hasn't used for a long time or ever, so thought, since I'm spending money when I find stuff, she might as well give me more. I'm pretty excited to add to the collection. I even have a shelf for it. I figured I might as well get rid of some stuff that was making me feel like a hoarder.
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