Tim and I always drive by estate sales and sigh a wistful sigh and then just keep driving because we have the kids in tow. That kind of sale is way too cut throat to bring a 2 and 5 year old into. But this weekend we saw one that didn't look too crowded and we were feeling brave so we stopped and I'm so glad we did.
I go through these stages where I'm all purge purge purge and all the crazy prints and non-cotton vintage fabric I've collected from thrift stores over the years — the silks and chiffons and satins and knits — all go back into the system. Then I get all panicked that if I ever want make Phoebe a silk coat or cover pillows with vintage upholstery fabric I'll have nothing and then I start grabbing it all up again.Guess what part of the cycle I'm in now.