The 5th Season: Garage Sale Season.

We're chomping at the bit.
We're counting our cash, calling each other to firm up the plan, clearing the schedule.
What time is the pick up? Who's driving? Do we need the cart?

We're dreaming of deals. We've been saving our quarters.
Looking forward to parallel parking and walking.
We want call it from the car. "fab table! I called it!"
We want to get up too early on a Saturday, then stop to get cheap coffee and donuts.
We're sure to find the 'free box' always found at the curb.
We want to be goofballs and silly and delirious.

For hours on these Spring and Summer Saturdays we are:
Lacqui, Quandie, Teen Sherpa & KitKat.

We are the Four Musketeers who talk in secret code.
An unspoken pact of camaraderie made of chilly mornings and humid afternoons.
We can navigate through bladders of steal.
We can always fit 'one more thing' into the truck eat gas station hotdogs.
We hop in and out of the car stealth-like more times that we can count.
And we love it.

We've waited all winter for it.
When it's four below outside and we're frozen, we think of this: Garage Sale Season.
We long to pound the pavement in search of everything fabulous.
We remember finding .50 cent vintage cameras and .10 cent vintage suitcases. Bliss.

And now it's here. We made it. The grass is turning green.
We're giddy with anticipation.
We want to see wonky card tables filled with crap and stuff lining driveways.
THIS Saturday morning, it begins.

We're armed with our lucky change purses, patience, humor and caffeine.
Let's go!

xo jeanne.