I admit it.
Last night, Momma put her dancing shoes on.
The hubs was jamming with his boys in a garage with some hand crafted beers, so yours truly
decided to slip out for a little live band action solo.
I must have looked okay, because I got to say those three little words:
"Sorry, I'm married."
This morning, I'm back up and ready to hit it.
We have a lot of things to find from years past to round out our decor.
It's time to shop the house for the following:
If you're new and any of these tickled your fancy, the Roundup with directory will
get you to the right instructions.
As for me, I have some closets to rip apart and a flea market to hit!
Heading for the flea market,
If not back, avenge death.