No, it was not a bag of old coins.
Or a bunch of valuable stamps.
Or even some vintage costume jewelry.
It was better. Old wooden Christmas ornaments. I KNOW.
|I may be tempted to put the tree up in October this year.|
Okay, for those non-holiday junkies out there, let me explain. I don't hoard in my every day life (outside of vintage Little People and Duplo Legos that is), but Christmas owns me. Come the Friday after Thanksgiving, my house looks like St. Nick threw up over every square inch.
I can't help it.
And old wooden Christmas ornaments are like my Holy Grail.
|They remind me of all those old Burl Ives Christmas specials. He went to EIU by the way. As did Tony Romo.|
When I got home and gently cleaned each one, I noticed there were several broken soldier arms and angel wings. Not a problem. Toothpicks and wood glue would do just the trick and keep me up until the wee hours of the morning. This was love.
|I started feeling a little high around midnight.|
These ornaments were undoubtedly cherished for many years, and I suppose there is some tragedy in their being cast into a bag and sold to a crazy blog mom for $3. Yet for whatever reason, I secretly hope that the owners know the vestiges of their youth and own child-rearing years have found a good home. And in about 40 years or so, my boys will be boxing up my own stuff and commenting:
What was with mom and all the frickin' ornaments, Legos and Little People?
Hopefully, Bibles for Missions will still by around by then.