my mom (stepho, as i like to fondly call her), is having a garage sale at her home in canton this upcoming weekend.
it's something that is allowing her to get rid of her endless collection of platters, bowls, and glasses... essentially containers in general.
this woman has an enormous house with endless storage that has literally allowed her to continue to collect "pieces" without even realizing the amount of items she has acquired.
which brings me to yesterday.
as you all know, i'm buying a townhouse, which means a have a lot of new rooms to fill with "pieces", and lots of art/furniture to buy.
obviously, i'm going to go through my mom's house calling dibs on anything of importance before she includes it in her garage sale and it's picked up by a lady named nellie wearing elastic waist pants and a floral shirt.
so i went through her house this past saturday, and i called dibs on some candlesticks, and a mirror while i unsuccessfully tried to call dibs on her some of her existing furniture to which she politely said, "yeah right, quit dreaming".
i should have been done right?
yesterday i received approximately 89 emails/texts showing me items that she thought i may want, but they were items that i already turned down.
the text messages that she sent to my email were hysterical and all titled, "???", "how about this?", "more..." or "more stuff..." - i could go on and on.
bless her heart, as i know she was just trying to be nice - but i couldn't help but laugh as message after message came through with another trinket, turning each one down.
man though, i sure hope i don't regret turning down that framed shadow box full of garlic bulbs and chili peppers for my kitchen.
i love you mom, xoxo.