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‘Tis the holiday season and no one could miss the sales spin on the merriest holiday of the year. Right?

But what about the heart and soul spin of this wintry wonderland’s holiday fest? Where do authentic emotions and heartfelt thanks-giving and joy-full memories of holidays from yesteryear fit in to all of this merriment?

In my work, I see family after family who are all stressed and strained out with financial pressure to create a mythical picture perfect awesome memory packed event.


And No they do not want a hug. In fact, get the heck away from them and give them some space to re-charge their batteries so they can return to the good fight in the anxiety riddled malls of America. All in the hopes that their loved ones will have this mythical picture perfect awesome memory packed event we call the holidays. But most importantly of all, so that their families will love them.

Folks, I know of what I speak. I did all of the above for all of the years that my daughter lived under my roof. No matter what rental we lived in, that rental became Holiday Central beginning on Thanksgiving weekend when I began baking tray after tray of cookies and fruitcakes [please forgive me, for I have distributed fruitcakes as gifts] and not ending until after the first of January.

There were the holidays with trees so tall and full that they had to be winched up over the deck into the second floor living room, there were years where I sat up all night after the open house on Christmas Eve, putting together Santa’s gifts. Colorful lights were strung inside and out, with lit up garage sale Santa’s and Frosty’s.

My daughter remembers barely one of these Decembers ~ a memory snippet here and there.

The one we both remember was one of the holidays when I was very financially poor and Care Bears were the rage. Oh how my daughter yearned for one of those little stuffed up darlings. And oh how I could not afford one. I ended up purchasing a less expensive light blue stuffed up bear the size of the prized Care Bear, cutting out a dark blue heart from an old shirt, embroidering the word L O V E and stitched it onto the bear’s chest. Quite the feat for someone who didn’t and still doesn’t sew worth a dang.

My daughter named this bear Blue-y and she did, indeed, love him.
And me.

I remind myself of this memory and these facts whenever the urge to buy my way into the heart’s of loved ones or to re-board the train traveling to the mythical picture perfect awesome memory packed holiday, strikes.

I remind myself that there is no need. That there is no such place other than in the myth.
I remind myself that I am already loved by those whom my heart holds dear.
I remind each of you that the same is true in each of our lives ~ we are loved ~ each and every day of the year.

It’s my weekend so, naturally, I spent a few hours yesterday GS’ing (aka garage sale’ing). And, naturally, I came home with some new-to-me loot.

Gently worn moss green print Chico shirt (missing two buttons, easy fix)
Moderately clean, with cord smartly contained in paper towel tube, hand mixer
Total = Two Bucks
Good Deal!

Two ceramic bunny votive candle holders, sold as a set, but not really a set
Total = Four Bucks
Good Deal = Not So Much

But did I mention that the bunny set/not really set was purchased to be given as a gift. A gift to be given as the bunny non-set that, upon closer inspection, they revealed themselves to be. And, afterall, isn’t that part and parcel of a fun GS’ing day? Some Good Deals and some Not So Much Good Deals. Well, that’s my story and I’m a-sticking to it.

A cool late spring, early summer is upon us here in the Almost Always Frozen North Land. Summer solstice is an entire month ahead of us and already our daylight hours extend almost the whole length of the 24-hour cycle we call a day. The baby green hue on the ground, bushes, and trees all whisper promises of the summer still out in front of us.

Still, even knowing that lots of summer gifts are waiting to be revealed, I am calling my yesterday’s GS (aka garage sale) find, the buy of the century. Century, in this current definition, meaning our summer. So, Hear Ye! Hear Ye! junemoon doeth declare the large rectangular wool area rug done up in shades of warm reds, deep blues and cream hues, as the deal of the summer!

The original cost of instant rug was reported by the previous owner as between $350 to $400. This same owner denied that any feline had set paw upon this colorful rug nor had cigarette, pipe or cigar smoke wafted anywhere near the vicinity of the rug’s wool fibers. Said rug appeared to all concerned parties to be in clean and extremely well preserved condition.

Following the inspection and purchase of the above-described room accessory, junemoon doeth declare this GS purchase as the decided winner of the Deal of the Summer Century! The cost to GS purchaser ~ that would be yours truly ~ was… drum roll, please ~ twenty dollars.

Yes, you read me right! Twenty, as in $20, baby. A considerable, sizable, massive discount from the original sticker price. Oh yeah ~ uh huh ~ that’d be what I’m a-talkin’ about ~

Now, please pardon me while I go sink my toes into this soft, deep gorgeous deal of a rug. Oh how I do love summer GS’ing!

September 2019
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