Spring Rummaging

There are some things that are just better when shared with a friend, especially if that friend also happens to be your daughter.  One tradition that my daughter and I have come to share is our bi-annual trip to a large rummage sale held in a nearby town.  My daughter, who lives in Maryland with her husband, makes the pilgrimmage to New Jersey this time each spring, to share this exciting adventure with me.

It began on Thursday evening.  Dana and her adorably sweet, dog, Laila, travelled from Maryland to New Jersey after work.  I organized her old room which has since become my craft room, pushed aside the inventory of my Artfire shop, unplugged the sewing machine, and cleared off her bed.  She arrived at around 11:00 PM, tired from a long day at work and driving nearly four hours, but happy to see me, my husband and our 2 dogs.
It's nice to have her back in her room, shuffling around in her mismatched socks that she pulls out of her lingerie drawer still holding a few remnants of her youthful wardrobe.  For a few days, we are back to how life used to be.  It's great to have her back home, if even just for a few days.
I take a personal day for this event.  I NEVER take a day off from my teaching job, and my students can't believe I am actually leaving them to take a personal day.   But, I think this special time with my daughter warrants a day away from my students, and although I feel a little like I am playing hooky,( because that's just my strict work ethic), I reassure myself that it's ok to take 2 days a year off from school.
We rose fairly early on Friday morning, and dressed for the weather.  It always seems to rain the day we go, but Dana donned her rainboots and I put on my old sneakers, we grabbed some cloth bags to hold our treasures and headed off to the rummage sale.
It was crowded, as usual, with the parking section of the fairgrounds lined with cars , but we managed to find a space amidst the large, muddy puddles and headed off to the tents, plotting out our plan of which tents to visit first and what we intended to purchase in each one.
We began in the dry goods tent, weaving through the narrow aisles grabbing any fabric we felt would best suit our needs.  I found some gingham and tiny prints for a few baby projects.  Dana found some very cute beige fabric with tiny blue bird silhouettes that she thought would make an adorable baby skirt.  I am tucking that one away for my future grandaughter, when and if she ever comes into our lives.  Dana found some very nice upholstery fabric scraps to cover a chair pad.  She has a very descrimating eye, being a graphic designer.  Being an artist, crafter and art teacher, I am always planning my next project, and I am always on the lookout for just the right fabric to use in any or all of my projects at school, or at home.

We continued on to the vintage, arts and crafts, holiday and jewelry tents, picking up a few items along the way.  Our last stop was the kitchen tent where I picked up some teapots and plates to use for the Senior Breakfast at the end of May.  As freshman class moderator, I work with the freshman student council to host a themed breakfast for the senior class.  This year our theme is "Mad Hatter's Tea Party".  I found exactly what I was looking for...an eccletic assortment of interesting teapots and plates.  As we juggled these items, my daughter found a cast iron fondue pot.  We were quite a sight with this weird assortment of items, standing in line, balancing the awkward and heavy kitchenware.
After checking out, Dana strapped our 3 bags across her back and headed back to the car.  I lagged behind toting the box of teapots and plates, stopping every few feet to regroup.  Tired and muddy, we headed back to my house chatting all the way home about our purchases, and how little money we spent on such great buys, and planning the best time to come for our trip back for the fall sale.
A week before Mother's Day, this was the most perfect early Mother's Day gift I could have gotten from my daughter.  As I get older, I appreciate time spent with my kids more because I see them less.  It was a very special day, and a very special weekend, rummaging with my "friend".