Heated

It was an especially warm weekend for me because I spent a lot of it on the field of Stormville Airport as a vendor in their monthly flea market. Under the cover of a canopy we managed to unload a large assortment of household items, collectibles, china and accessories. The only downside was doing so in 95 degree heat and high humidity. We met a lot of interesting characters- James spent yesterday with me and Sarah and I went up this morning. But by noon- I was done in and we packed up and fled to the sanity of the car's air conditioning. Arriving home- the outside thermometer confirmed what we all felt and I was grateful to be back inside drinking cold water by a fan. There is some kind of stress release in having these events behind me. It firms my resolve to see less as more when I realize the work involved in de-accessioning without giving everything away or using a dumpster.

[And I made one purchase (and only one)- a generous roll of a Scalamandre wallpaper that might work in our much neglected front foyer. Something I have been trying to find for years.]