We are ready.
The house is oh-so clean and impersonal.
Bring on the nosy neighbors, the optimistic newlyweds, and the skeptical investment types.
And let them fight to buy.
650 Kellogg SE is officallly for sale.
This would imply that the the boxes-o-my-youth are sorted, sifted, good-willed, and resigned to the basement…and that is indeed correct. With a little help from Saint Natalie and less from Honest Abe, the process was fairly short and painless. She was a bit brutal (*ahem* Texas was on a different style chart in the early 90s, ok?), but I shall pay her back by plastering her on the world-wide-web for all of creation to see.
My favorite find in all of this was china from my grandmother…1 full dinner set and then another different set of authentic Irish china pictured above. I didn’t dig all the way down (saving time and re-wrapping)…but me thinks it will be perfect for our Opening Day widow-Katie-has-a-new-baby tea party in November. Kristen and Jo, you’re in charge of scones. Daniel Charles, that Pound Puppy is yours…and it shall take a flight to Montana shortly along with some other friends we found in the mix. The wedding pics look fabulous, by the way. The other Abe photo displays one of the many homemade Halloween outfits supplied by my mother over the years. I was, of course, a clown. I don’t remember what the award was for, but I think we all know it was probably for my sense of style.