This is what I found in my email this morning from a now-former friend (and she really did type it in all caps). The rest of it is her complaining about the fact that after I took her to the hospital and brought her home after hip replacement surgery I didn't call her to see how she was doing for the next four months. I admit that was wrong of me but this "friendship" has been in its last gasp stage for quite awhile now. She informed me that the friendship ending is all my fault, by the way. Seeing as how I'm such a callous, uncaring, materialistic bee-atch.
You know, I'm not the only person who talks about their stuff. There's Michael who shows us Russian nesting dolls, a tray, paintings, and old dayplanners he bought at an estate sale! There's Pixie who tells us about little toadstools and a brocade jacket and shoes and handbags and patterns! Carole, fighting over a pair of chipped bluebirds! Sue and her VERA scarves! And let's not even get started with Madam's whole new HOUSE and Atomic Ranch's eBay addiction and Two Guys' incessant, nonstop buy buy buy (and subsequent sell sell sell)!!!!!
The thing is--we like (no wait, LOVE) reading about things that other bloggers find! And we LOVE to share our tales of thrifting and garage saling and steals at the antique mall. THAT'S WHY WE BLOG, dammit! Some people might not understand, but that's their problem, not mine. Jenny M blogged about the many reasons why people have garage sales, the main reason being that we need money for one thing or another. And the only way people are going to make money is for someone to come along, pick up your Grandmother's ugly vase, look at the price and ask if you'll take a little less -- if you will, then you've made someone happy and you made some money. These are the kind of experiences my fellow bloggers and I enjoy, and even if we don't buy something (which is in my case pretty near impossible) we still love the thrill of the hunt.