sacks...of sacks...

Okay. Perhaps I’m a bit hoarder-ish. I keep sacks. Of all kinds. Well, not so many plastic Hellmart sacks. But department store sacks. Specialty store sacks. If your place of business has a pretty/cool/fun sack? I keep it. If you give me a gift in a pretty sack and you didn’t write my name in it? Yep. It’s recycled. Of course it is!!!

I love sacks. I have complete and total faith I’ll use every last one of them. Eventually. And—I DO!!! I never lack a means of transporting “stuff” to TLC. Or a friend. TLC does return most of my sacks—because she knows that’s the rule. UNLESS—it is a gift sack to her or The Little Angel Girls. Those? She’s allowed to keep.

When I decided to organize and, yes, purge, my collection of sacks a couple of weeks ago, I took a picture of all that I had crammed into three closets. And here they are:

I then went through each sack—of sacks. I divided them up into biggish sacks containing “gift” sacks, Christmas sacks, food/grocery sacks, and sacks that I’ll donate—or use myself—to Tracey’s upcoming move. Folded them neatly. Here is the result of my efforts:

I was quite proud. I don’t think you can truly see, when looking the second picture, that I condensed about twelve sacks into six. TLC? She was not very complimentary of my efforts. She’s at her casa every day now frantically organizing, purging, selling and giving away lots o’ things. (I’m not sure she’ll have much left to move to their new home. It’ll be innerstin’…)

Today, My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I are preparing to have Little Leighton (aka LL aka Biscuit) and Baby Elle (aka Belle) come stay with us for three nights! TLC will bring them tomorrow—spend one night herself—and then she’ll go home. We’ll drive them to their new hometown on Sunday and meet TLC and Her Hubby for lunch.

We’ve not had Belle by herself yet. EVER. And she’s thirteen months old. I’m not ashamed to admit we’re nervous. Our house has never been “baby proof.” (It might have been semi-baby proof when TLC was a baby/toddler.) We’ve always been able to simply watch and protect our grandchildren from any potential dangers. Belle? Yikes. She is WILD. Into everything. Not only walking, now, but actually almost running from room to room.

If you have a moment, would you please say a quick prayer on our behalf? A prayer that we can keep up with this Wild One and still eat? Sleep? Shower? Dress?  

I shall close and wish each of Y’all a WONDERFUL Week! (Find a purty sack—fill it up with something to give away and…GIVE IT AWAY! Winky. Wink.)

smooch,

ELC