Today, Tonight. Tomorrow.

Today: started off with a french toast breakfast while watching X-Files and then lots of ironing until Judy came over to help make tags for the flea market. Proceeded with cutting, gluing, ironing, and chatting. Homemade pizza by the fella for the dinner.

Tonight: a whirlwind mad dash of attaching tags, last minute pricing and washing, and then the task of packing it all up into a manageable mountain, which will (hopefully) all fit in the back of a volvo. Beers consumed, no doubt about that, and at the end of twelve hours of work, exhaustion sets in.

Tomorrow: my first time selling vintage at a flea market!



we are bring homemade pizza wrapped in tin foil for lunch.
I hope that cats won't be too sad that their Sunday with Cat Dad doesn't happen this week.