This is what I ended up doing with the feather wreath I bought at Pier 1 last year. A can of spray paint, some straggler ornaments and a glue gun. Voila! :-) Kinda odd looking but it makes me smile when I walk out of the downstairs bathroom and there it is on the hallway wall.
SO. Before my hoarding selfish side talks me out of it, for my next installment of December Dollar Days I'm offering this pile o' vintage fabrics for one dollar plus shipping.
If I've learned nothing else from listening to The Secret, it's that you have to give it freely if you want more to come to you. My husband John has been proving that over and over these past couple of months.
I want to tell you a story. {It'll be brief. I'm stingy with words if nothing else.} There's an angel who walks among us here in Eureka and her name is Betty Chin. We hadn't ever met her, but have read and heard about her for the past few years. She came here as a refugee and has quietly been spending every dime and every free hour of hers feeding the homeless and forgotten. The most recent story we heard was through our Melissa who's MOPS group had rec'd a letter from Betty. Thanking them for the previous month's donations of peanut butter, jelly and bread. She had used her entire monthly budget to give a proper burial to a 4 year old homeless child who had died, so the MOPS donations of food were all she had to pass out last month. Shortly after hearing this story John had a pretty significant win playing poker. The very first thing he did was write a check for $5,000 to Betty. He met her for the very first time this past Thursday to give her the check and said, "Use it for a vacation for all I care. God knows you deserve it." He said she just sobbed and sobbed, which of course made him cry, too. She apparently rarely receives donations, certainly not in that amount, as she is not defined as a non-profit, so people can't claim the deduction. Also, feeding homeless people is usually pretty far down the priority list when it comes to taking care of others via donations. Good job John. You've come a LONG way in a short amount of time. I am so proud of you.
Well, I'm not sayin' these vintage fabrics are as valuable as money to feed the homeless, but I'll reveal a level of shallowness by admitting that they are really REALLY important to me. You may remember this post when I shared how I came upon this treasure trove of vintage fabrics. I still have to pinch myself every time I see those three grocery bags full, but I bet there was a test somewhere there in the getting of it, so I best be passin' some on.
Leave a comment on this post between now and Wednesday the 19th and if I draw your name they are yours! (And I guarantee--you will L*O*V*E them)
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