The weather has been terrible lately, and quite often when I arrive at a yard sale ... it's not there. Or rather, because of the rainy weather, the person putting on the sale has closed up.
That's always a disappointment because at least I made the effort to come to their sale. But I can understand that if it's cold and dank, you wouldn't want to be huddled in your garage or under a tarp on the hope that one or two people will show up.
This week Mr. Ivy and I have a house guest, so no sales for me. But my best friends will go to the yard sales without me. They have my list--they know what I like, so I'm hoping I get a call around lunchtime tomorrow from one of my friends saying, "We got you ...."
I'm crossing my fingers.
In the meantime, June 4th is usually the big street sale in Lyons. That's my favorite sale of the year and I'm hoping it's still on, because not only do I usually find some nice bargains, but one of the houses sells fried dough. Yum! Not good for the waistline, but comfort food for the soul.