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





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.


happy thrifting and living,



Happy nieces, happy dog.

Last Saturday I had the pleasure of babysitting my sister’s three absolutely crazy delightfully imaginative, fun and silly children, who I love with all my heart, and more.  It went great.

Afterwards, the eldest and I decided to have her first piano lesson from me.  That she can remember at least.  There are pictures of her and I when she was 6 months at the piano, but its safe to say any of that knowledge is long gone now.  Hopefully this time will be different.  Six is a little young in my opinion, but it all depends how much the child puts into it.  I started at 5 with my Dad, but it did help that we had a piano in our house.  My niece doesn’t, yet.

Anyway, if the girls are in the car with auntie, a trip to Goodwill is bound to ensue- it is close by, and they love it as much as I do.  The younger sister/niece found a pink hat and glove set she could not live without, for $6.


Look at her.  So happy and pink.  Milk mustache and everything.

The glove is there floating on her left shoulder if you couldn’t see:)  It’s the best I could do…

$6 is higher than I would have probably paid if it were for myself…but the rules don’t really apply for those faces…

…especially when they start to shed the tears…

Game over at that point.  There is no saying no.

The eldest niece got a ‘laptop’…i.e. a Discovery Kids spelling aid laptop shaped toy that she fell in love with.  I would have too at that age.  It would have made me feel very important.  It didn’t, and still doesn’t, take much.

I also got a little something for my black lab mix, Baker.

A toy? No.

A bed? No.


Surprising, yes.  But they had a sealed bag of Boots & Barkley dog biscuits from Target for $3.00.  Couldn’t pass that up.

He didn’t cry for it.  But with this face, he doesn’t really have to.


ALWAYS the concerned one.  I don’t really know why.

But now he can treat his life away on these…until they run out at least:)

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I try and be nice, and put a couple in his crate with him when I have to leave him in there when the house is empty, but he is so resentful of having to be in there, that he will not touch them the whole time he is in there.  He lets them sit there as a statement to how horrible I am.  Or at least that’s probably what he thinks he is doing.

As soon as the door is opened, they are in his mouth being happily chewed away.  It’s like he wants me to know a couple treats couldn’t possibly make up for the injustice I have seemingly just bestowed upon him.

Bitter, resentful one he is.  But oh so beyond happy the rest of the time, it really doesn’t matter.

I love him like my baby.

Well, happy nieces, happy puppy.  A successful day at Goodwill.

Until next time, happy thrifting and bargain hunting!  Please share with me what you find, I always love getting hearing and getting inspired by others’ finds 🙂

Peace always,