Im sitting in my Junk-it room, isolated from the real world, in the bliss of silence, ready for a blizzard in my winter woollens, not even my dog Toby dares to speak...
There is dripping , from the pathetic drizzle they call rain, and it is still seeping in, slowly making its way along the window sill, and then down the wall to a very wet patch on my carpet!
Can I tell you the aroma this damp , closed ,cold room is filled with??
But on a positive note....I had a wonderful day yesterday out junking, filling the ute, filling the trailer, twice, had a blast!
But on a positive note....I had a wonderful day yesterday out junking, filling the ute, filling the trailer, twice, had a blast!
It is amazing what a positive influence all this junking therapy has on me!
My family are either asleep, or out doing their thing, and Im in here doing my thing, my life as a junker is complete...
My family are either asleep, or out doing their thing, and Im in here doing my thing, my life as a junker is complete...
Well i love your collections,but then i love junkin too.Its in the genes my sister is a junker my dad was most definitely a junker.I loved nothing better than a good trip to the tip with good old dad.Mum would just shake her head and abomish us not to bring anymore home than we took.
ReplyDeleteIts that pirates treasure type thing,he thrill of the hunt.
Keep on junkin
and boy dd i know that husband look
Jullie
Hang in there Sue, husband may yet become addicted. John "kinda" has, but it takes time-lol.
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I have that same bowl that is in your first picture. I hope to one day turn it into a sink!
ReplyDeleteSue, i forgot to say, i'd love to know what Rodrigo actually said - he he. Do you have any idea? Anyone out there who can help?
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