Speaking of lamps…and “A Friend Loves At All Times”

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lamp- Goodwill, $4.99 several years ago

cross sign- Goodwill, .99 last Saturday

A bed is NOT a bed without a lamp beside it.  How are you supposed to read?  Or blog?  Or write?

Or stare for an inappropriately long time at your puppy while he sleeps? 😉

I can’t help it.

One needs a lamp.  Or else you get completely comfortable and have to do the dreaded walk to the door to shut off the lights.  No one wants to do that.  Or you fall asleep and wake up in the middle of the night and do it then.

Neither good options.  Enter, lamp.

Thankfully I just got back my favorite lamp from the house I left it in when I moved back to CT last September.  (And then returned here in March for those of you not up. to. date.)  Somehow I didn’t bring it with me when I left.

Well, I shouldn’t say somehow.  Somehow is that I had a broken ankle and both my friends and my boyfriend (bless their amazing hearts) had to ‘help’ me pack, (follow my stressed out orders) and I had to fly out before all my belongings were even safely in my car.  Hence the lamp going missing.  I would say that has something to do with how.

Sidenote: Moving with a broken ankle/tibia IS NOT FUN.  In the realm of fun and not fun.  It is definitely not fun.

Fortunately, the lamp was still in the same place that I left it, and in one of my many visits to my old place/their current place, I finally remembered to put it in my car.

And then on my nightstand.  Next to my bed.

It is coincidentally one of my favorite Goodwill purchases ever, and I bought it before I started this blog, but I think I have shared it once before.

I don’t think I can share it enough.

I also love the cross I purchased last Saturday for .99.  A steal.  And a good reminder.

A friend loves at all times.

Or should.  We all make mistakes.

And I will leave you with a picture of me once again enjoying my ‘sanctuary‘ on this first absolutely lovely day of fall like weather.  High of 77.  Nowhere near the 90+ temps of late.  And I am loving it.

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happy thrifting and living,

Jaime

Weekend Wisdom…on a Tuesday- How Much Are You Living?

Hi!  So I haven’t been doing SO awesome on the weekend wisdom posts, I’ll admit.

I’ve missed a couple weeks.

And today is Tuesday.

These are good points.  I am going to continue anyway….here goes.

Do you want to be happy?

No?  Well then you should probably not read the insight I am about to impart.

“Life is not about how much you’re MAKING (pretty much what 99.999% of the population worries about), it’s about how much you’re LIVING.”

(I came up with that all on my lonesome.  Unless someone is here to tell me I stole it.)

The two do not go hand in hand.

They don’t.

Don’t argue with me.  It’s true.

I don’t make a lot of money.

There, I said it.

(Although even if I did, I imagine and am fairly certain I would still be the millionaire shopping at a thrift store)

HOWEVER, I have PLENTY of fun.

Plenty of life and living happening in my general vicinity.

Ask my Mom.  She worries a good amount.

Look around you.  The world is a wonderful place full of opportunities for adventure, and YOU were born with unique passions and desires that WILL fulfill you.  Even if they are expensive desires, there are ways to fulfill them thriftly.  Where there’s a <Good>will there’s a way. (Didya see what I did there?? :))

As Robert Stevenson said, “The world is full of a number of things, we should all be as happy as Kings.”

And as a wonderful plaque that I purchased at Goodwill puts it,

“Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.”

Maybe a little harsh :/, but you get the point.

Don’t starve, live life, to the fullest.

Anyway, so often we worry about what we make and how we can make MORE (I find myself doing this too much), that it seems like that is what life is about.  But you can have all the money in the world, and still not be living.

Go take a spontaneous road trip to that cool town an hour and a half away.  Just walk around with a local coffee if you can’t afford to eat at the restaurants or bars.  Soak in the culture.  Sit on the corner and beg, I don’t care.

Take a hike.  (but please come back and read my blog still at some point.  that was not meant to offend)

Go camping.

Watch waterfalls.

Paint a picture.

Go shopping.  At a thrift store.

Buy a groupon for something fun.  Scout Mob is a great phone app as well for major cities.

I could go on.  And I have, in my posts.

And if you read my blog ever, I’m sure you will get plenty of fun and cheap ideas.

Anyway, stop worrying about how much you’re making and go out and live life.  Do you really need a new awesome coffee maker that will say Good Morning to you??  Or shake your hand?  I didn’t think so.

God’s got the rest.

That’s my three cents.  (I think it’s worth a little more than two…?)

Happy thrifting, and living.

-Jaime

Happy July! Pictureless Post…

Hi!  Happy July!  What is it about a new month that is so exciting?  Especially July…right in the heart of summer, one of the best seasons.  Such a good season, in my opinion, that I just wrote a song about it a week or two ago, and the tag line is “It’s summertime, let life begin again.”  Life is good in the summer.

What I did for July so far is move.  Again.  This time only 20 min. across town instead of 17 hours across the country.  Potato, potato.  K, that saying doesn’t really work quite as well when you are typing it.  But you get my drift.  It was much easier though, and I didn’t have to sell all my furniture.

I moved in with this girl who I work with at the preschool.  So far I’m pretty happy with the new place.  First day here, and I run into Keith Urban at the local Starbucks.  I’ll take it.  Put me into shock for a good half hour, but it was worth it.

My Goodwill futon came with me, it has done a good job for the past 3 months, so I’ll keep it.  Not firing it or reassigning it to couch position just yet.

A house move means a Goodwill move as well.  Luckily, my love, Nashville, has tons of Goodwills, so there really is one for every area.  I have lived close to the Charlotte Pike one and have used that one, I just lived near the East Nashville/Gallatin Goodwill and got to get to know that pretty well, and now I live near the third and final one in Berry Hill.  This location is particularly exciting because it also has a Goodwill outlet attached!  This is where all things to go to die, or to finally be sold.  Half empty or half full?  Anything that doesn’t sell at a regular Goodwill is taken here and put in bins and sold by weight.  My new roommate got her straw purse there that I wrote about it this post.  I have gotten a few things there in the past as well.  And now I will get to go there more often!

This particular Goodwill also has a bountiful furniture section, something the East Nashville location actually didn’t have at all.  Strange really.  Sometimes a piece or two would be thrown in the corner near the childrens’ clothing (makes sense?? they do a lot of furniture buying those kids I have found…).  Hardly constituting a furniture section.

I can’t wait to find out what new things I will need for my new place and see if I can find it at Goodwill.

Also (I think this is my first pictureless post???) I don’t have a picture, but I am wearing out in public for the first time my anna ‘winged’ shirt I like to call it because it is of the style that has the ‘wings’ attached to the sides.  I could add the picture again here, but I’m kind of excited about having a post with no pictures.  For some reason.  Y’all might not be.

Happy July everyone!  Make the most of these Summer days, they’ll be gone before we know it.  Go for a swim, a hike, or have a cookout.  Just a few ideas.  Using stuff from Goodwill whilst, of course:)

Lastly, I want to shout out to urbanwallart.wordpress.com for being my 50th follower:)  Its a special number.  He makes GREAT art and y’all should check him out.  I love and appreciate all of you, so much!, but he was numero 50, so I wanted to give him some props.  Can’t wait to get to 100 and more…

-Jaime

“What fun would it be if we lived forever?  Where is the challenge in that?”

What would you do if you knew you were gonna live forever?

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View from Chimney Rock, near Asheville, NC. 

Ok, you caught me, I couldn’t do it.  I added a picture.

But that quote just really needed this, dontcha think? 😉