I talk to my house.
All the time.
It’s a running conversation.
Sometimes we talk about refinishing a table or new burlap curtains or how the butler’s pantry was acting up last week.
I’m always telling it how cute it is and how skinny it looks in its lace jeans and that I’m so glad it got its roots done and what a perfect shade of lipstick the library is wearing.
And that I’m so happy it loves yard sales as much as I do.
Because there’s nothing like a really good yard sale find.