Folks, I had a strange and yet lovely dream about tea.
Let me explain.
I have never really liked going shopping.
I usually shop on-line as it is so much easier, the choices are vast, it is delivered to your door and I have never had to send anything back.
Garage Sales usually don’t interest me, (unless they are selling garages, OK, forgive my attempt at humor)… But my success at finding treasures at garage/yard sales hasn’t been too productive in the past.
I evidently choose the wrong sale to go to!
All I see are children’s clothes, chipped cups and saucers and a box of costume jewelry that has tangled up necklaces and mis-matched ear rings.
I can look in my own garage and see that stuff. 😉
Having said that, I do have to admit that the Captain and I have stopped at a garage sale or two.
They were never a destination. … Just an impromptu stop if we happen to see large pieces of furniture that we could possibly use when flipping houses.
So this dream of mine….had me really concerned.
Because I dreamed about going garage/yardsaling….is that even a word?
Sooooo in this dream, I have on a gossamery, gauzy, white sundress with a large straw hat with pretty pink ribbons blowing in the summer breeze.
And white gloves!
And beautiful butterflies are fluttering in and about the card tables sitting on bright green grass….each table has beautiful tea sets that are set up to show the possibilities of suggested, potential tea parties.
Probably circa 1960 if I am wearing gloves…. 🙂
There are also card tables full of beautiful white casserole dishes with bunnies and chickens and cute little pigs perched as lids.
There is nothing chipped or broken.
There are no price tags on anything….
The large sign near the driveway says “Huge Multi-Family Yard Sale”.…with a smaller sign that says “make an offer on any table”!
I notice that there is nary a makeshift clothes rack of outdated women’s wear or rickety table holding disheveled children’s clothing to be seen.
Nor is there any bent cardboard boxes holding Barbie Dolls with no clothes or little dump trucks with missing doors.
No green little army men or Legos anywhere!
And most importantly, there is no box of costume jewelry, with a pair of purple framed sunglasses lying on top and a sign that says “a dollar bill takes it all”.
No, you see in my dream, I am strolling leisurely among the card tables, admiring the beautiful dishes, occasionally reaching out to gingerly touch and caress a piece that is lovely.
What a beautiful yard sale and I am really enjoying myself.
And then a clap of thunder resonates through my bedroom and I sit up straight in bed as rain starts pelting the windows.
I realize that I didn’t get a chance to purchase anything from that wonderful yard sale of tea sets.
What a strange and pleasant and fun dream…
By the way, the pics have nothing to do with my dream other than they are tea sets.
They are from an afternoon tea party I held at my home about 4 years ago.
Thanks to my friends who attended and made that afternoon tea a very special day.
Some people say they never dream when sleeping…do you?
Have a very Blessed day.