On Saturday I was given the dubious task of helping my daughter sort through boxes of miscellaneous stuff which she had been storing for a long time plus boxes from Little Grampy’s apartment.  At the best of times it is difficult to declutter, add memories and emotional attachments, it is even harder to let go. Even Tupperware takes on new meaning when you remember family picnics, home baking and cookies sent to summer camp.  It is always easier if you tackle a job like this with someone else. By box number 7 Andrea and I were tossing more in the garage sale pile then we were keeping.
Despite spending most of the day before and part of the morning sorting through clutter we went in search of yard sales.  Saturday was the community yard sales day in both Centreville and Florenceville. Usually one of the girls stay home on yard sale Saturdays as they like to sleep in. For the first time in a long time, my three grand-daughters were up, dressed and coherent enough to join Andrea and I in our quest.   It is never really about the bargains we find, it is about time well spent, together.
My oldest granddaughter Sarah heads off to Fredericton soon to work for the summer before starting college. As we drove through the beautiful Saint John river valley, I realized that this will probably be one of the last time that she joins us in a Saturday morning search for sales.  Soon she will have new friends, new adventures and a busy life.
Sarah also accompanied us to the quilt show. Last week I emailed a triple Irish chain pattern to Andrea, stating this will be the next quilt I make.  While viewing the quilts, Sarah favourite quilt just happened to be the triple Irish chain
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The time spent with your daughters is priceless.
So glad you are all having such fun.