Another $1 purchase. Something I didn’t know we needed until I saw it on that garage sale table. Now it lays, folded up, on a shelf in the office. It’s not even a foot long, and would be right for paperbacks, maybe, or … I don’t know. It’s not wide enough for magazines (nor do we have many). Hm. No, not yarn; I don’t knit or crochet. What do you think it’s meant for in the first place, if anything specific?
But when I need it,
there it will be,
cute as a button,
waiting for me.
Karen and I are on our way home. We caught our plane at 11 a.m. and will land in Saskatoon this afternoon, then drive two hours.
I also have a nifty-o-keen picnic basket that I don’t think we’ve ever used. But maybe someday. Trouble is, no basement storage; no storage on the main floor either, to speak of. I must become expert at fitting one thing into or under another, to make everything fit. And I’m not too bad at it.