This week has been ripe with the harbingers of autumn to come. Morning brings the shouts of children as they walk to school with bright faces and shiny new backpacks. Yellow leaves peep through the trees' coverings of summer green. Evening temperatures flirt with a bit of new coolness in the night air.
And this week, I bought our pants-and-suits.
What in the dickens is a "pants-and-suit"? Why, it's a family marker of the approach of autumn. A small, silly celebration that has meaning only for this household--yet it's the kind of sweet and personal holiday observance that makes each family unique and strong.
I like yard sales. Don't get me wrong, I'm not passionate about them, but if I'm out and about on a Saturday morning, my little blue car, Violet Blueberry, has been known to point her wheels to the curb and refuse to move forward whenever we pass a likely-looking sale.
Most of all, I like yard sales when it comes to holiday gifts and giving ... and saving money on Christmas. Other people's clutter can be a treasure trove of basket containers, holiday ornaments, and crafts materials.
Looking at my gift closet stash, I realized that the past month has been a bonanza for holiday yard sale finds. In just three weeks, I've scored:
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