The other day I was absent mindedly going through the bookcase in our dining room, one I haven't really looked at since we moved into this house (3 years ago) and found, "Teddy the Terrier". If someone had asked me, "do you have any children's books featuring photographs of dressed up dogs?" I would have flat out said, "no!"
And yet, here it was.
Teddy is adorable! Every page is suitable for framing and the story is a page turner too. Adventure, romance and a cute terrier. What more can you ask for? And yet I haven't the foggiest idea how I came to own him. It's bugging me.
He is going up for sale in my etsy, along with a bunch of other books, I very clearly remember the places and occasions that I bought them on.
So I am trying something new, although it will be really hard for me. I'm going to try "shopping" in my own house and rediscover forgotten treasures. I wish I could have you all over to help. I might get through it faster. So I can leave the house to shop once again...
OMG, did I just talk about cleaning without calling it what it really is? Am I in denial?
Someone help me.