The Skeleton in My Garage

Let's start with something pretty...because it makes me feel better......

I have found some lovely bird cages lately.

Ok now the not so pretty.......

You see,  I almost {if you've actually seen it in person and laughed at the almost part then just hush, it's my version of "almost"}

as I was saying, almost had my garage cleaned up and cleaned out.

Then my friend calls {my hoarder friend, the one who has a room full of nothing but costume jewelry} she is cleaning out one of her spaces and wants to know if I want the stuff.

Well it's free, so duh, of course I want it!!

Two trips clear to Greenfield IN later {and get this guys, she wants me to make a third trip tonight because there is more!!}

My garage now looks like this:

 See if you look closely here, there really is a skeleton in my garage. We call him Fred. I put him away last year a month after Halloween, around the time people were getting disturbed by the fact that my two year old would drag him to play in the sand box and have him for tea parties.

Yeah, no lie, this is my garage. And while I am cringing a little I am also jumping up and down with excitement over the fact that I got a ton of cool stuff.

Want to see the overflow that is outside?

 And since it is actually over flowing I have no choice but to have a yard sale tomorrow. 

This is where I will be today....painting furniture and going through my new stash.

If you're local come on out Friday for some goodies. I'll even have a free pile!