Confessions of a thrift shopaholic .....

Confessions of a thrift shopaholic .....

My long suffering husband mentioned the other evening that he's struggling to get the lawn mower out of the shed.  "Oh, why's that?"  I asked? If his eyebrows could have got any higher they would have pinged off of his face ... "well, any storage space we have is full to the brim with things you keep buying" was his reply in a * trying not to sound annoyed * voice, "what are your plans for it all"?  Hum, very good question, WHAT am I going to do with it?  The magpie in me just can't resist pretty things and the thriftiness in me just can't walk away from a bargain.  After having a realistic assessment of my lovely little lot's I have realised that not one, not two, not even three but four storage spaces within our home are crammed with my finds ~ Ooops!  I really must find an outlet for some of it before, either the house or my husband goes off bang.  The first thing to tackle though is the thought of parting with ANY of my 'oh so beautiful things' ~ big sigh.

A corner of the garage ...

One of the many shelves full ...