Depression roots

Well, I guess you now know what I am the proud owner of.....It isn't ugly, at all,......it is actually quite cute, and I love the beach.....and I love cottage.....unfortunately, I don't own a beach cottage, or really decorate in that beachy cottege kind of way.

Her words were, "I just thought you might like this lamp that we had out on our porch, because otherwise I am going to just throw it out." It seems so simple now, just a "thank you so much for thinking of me but....." It was the last part that I couldn't eek out, the NO part of no thank you. I said, "thanks so much for thinking of me....sure we would love the lamp. That is so very kind of you!"

So now I must get rid of the sweet thing....any takers??? near me???

But then the next day Kartwright spied a rug on their garbage cans...well, they are really our cans, that they asked to use, but who cares...any way, he comes in and asks if I would like it. It is all rolled up, so we can't see the colors. So, much to the horror of my prideful non trash taking self, he carried it in on his shoulder. I love having a big strapping boy around to do my bidding. I was intrigued yet mortified. It was not my taste or colors anymore then the lamp was, but worth considerably more! We put it on the front porch to air out, as the odor was less then desirable. When the excitement died down, and school was back in order, Haven, my nine year old, turned to me and said, and I quote, " I feel like that family on the movie about Kit, that lived out in the woods in tents, and gathered junk"......All righty then, we have now been reduced to junk gathering Hobos from the depression era....Then I thought, give it a few more months, in this economy, and she may be right on the money!

Soooo...... here is the new rug for our tent. We haven't picked out our spot in the woods yet, but I hope it is near the hair salon, I can't go more then 4 weeks with these roots...lol.

not a very good picture, I know