fingers and hands

it is all about perspective

Liking these pictures

and wishing I was a tad more creative

when I take pictures

value? village

I do like shopping at Value Village.
Tidier than most thrift stores.
But I would rather support a more noble cause.
Most of the money raised goes to making some dude rich.
Some goes, of course, to charities but
I think that it is not as much as we think.

And the pricing is dubious at times.

I once bought a top at value village.
It was a nice top. black and shiny sparkly material.
Tried it on there. Fit good and I was going out that night.
So pleased that I had found something nice to wear.

Out later that evening, wearing the new (to me) top
I showed it off to my mother.
She said, "I used to have a top just like that but I donated it
because it had a little pulled thread on the left shoulder."
I looked down at my top.
And with not a little chagrin -
I pulled at the little thread that sat
a-perched my left shoulder.

Yes I had bought my own mothers top
from Value Village for $3.99 plus tax.

I am the Queen of Value Village.

the eyes have it

still setting the table

a long time ago in a shed far away

OK not THAT long ago.
I was about eight.

Don't know how accurate this story will be ... mostly because it is the stuff of family legend and some in our family exaggerate. But here goes...

My grandparents were going to be visiting from The Netherlands. My Dad had picked them up from the airport and was bringing them to our house in Caistor Center. 

Instead of taking them straight to the house he drove up to the old abandoned house on the neighbours property. It looked haunted even back then. 

When he pulled up to the completely dark shell of a house he said to my totally stunned grandparents, "Oh, it looks like Carol forgot to pay the hydro bill."

Needless to say they were shocked to be shown that our family lived in what was, basically, a shed.

The best part about the story was that my grandfathers brother and sister-in-law were both in the car. And there was apparently a fair amount of 'my children are more successful than your children' going on between the two brothers. 

I was told that my grandfather was bordering on speechless (a rarity among Eleveld's of any time or place).

Don't know how long Dad kept up the façade
but we still laugh about that one all these years later.

The google earth picture shows how overgrown it is now 

but it hasn't changed much.

go set the table

I should put 

a little more thought 

into setting the table.