Total Score…

Lately, I’ve been impressing myself with the things I’ve been finding in the trash. I’m not one to normally dumpster dive or even thrift shop that often, mainly because Chris is a little particular. If I were to ever infest the house with bed bugs or a strange odor (besides the one we already have), he would absolutely kill me. Also there aren’t too many great thrift stores near us, at least not like the kind we found in Savannah or that I’ve been to years ago in Highlands, NC.

All that being said I’m always open to a good find and a few weeks ago I stumbled a piece of art that I’m still completely undecided about but couldn’t pass up. A painting of stripes was not something I could walk away from. Somewhere between my third trimester and Beckett’s arrival, came an obsession with stripes. It began to occur to me after I kept noticing one of us wearing stripes almost every day of the week. Finally the stars aligned one night and everyone of us was at the dinner table with either a striped sweater, shirt or onsie (Chris looks great in onsies). The place looked like a colorful prison. Now we had a painting to match the rug, blanket and every article of clothing.

Found Stripes

Before the stripe obsession and the painting find, I gave myself an unoriginal photo assignment to shoot found objects around the neighborhood on my walks with Beck. The attempts were somewhat successful until the weather froze over and our walks became vegging out on the sofa.

Lost

Today came a true treasure. On an early morning walk with Francis to check out all the snow left from the Blizzard of 2010 (as it has been named), we stumbled across an abandoned sled! I have been scouring the town for a sled with no luck, hardware stores, targets, everywhere I could think of, in the midst of shopping preparations. Sled has been at the top of the list, although in the past, I have always been resistant of buying more crap, especially something we would be lucky to use once every four years around here. This year, I found myself in must have, must have mode for a sled. This winter might possibly be a once in a life time childhood experience that Francis might actually remember as an adult. And without a sled? What kind of parents were we? He will question. So in total defeat I came home Friday afternoon after hitting the hardware store at 8:45, where they said they would be getting a new shipment of sleds, with no sled. The snow began to fall and I had to give up.

Three days later and barely able to reach the end of the driveway, Francis and I ventured out to the playground. A destination I doubted we’d make, but actually wound up getting pretty close to. Almost a mile hike through the unshoveled streets and down a snowy path led us straight to a bright orange sherbet colored glow in the distance. A toy for sure, but a sled I was uncertain. We continued upon the blinding plastic object, secretly hoping an others unfortunate sledding experience, might be our total score. Once there we snatched it without looking back, knowing someone from their home was probably shaking their head. Now ours we have a few little areas to tape up and then hit the slopes. I continue to not think about the misadventure of the previous owner and hope it will be a better ride for Francy. More pix to come!

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