Spending a Saturday morning driving around older neighborhoods garage sale-ing, fortified by coffee, pastry, and NPR, is one of my most favorite past-times in the whole world. Lately it seems however, that these luxurious, meandering, Saturday morning excursions have been harder and harder to come by. But this past weekend I decided to treat myself for Mother’s Day. I threw caution to the wind, shucked all my chores and responsibilities on Saturday morning, filled my coffee cup with rocket full, my pockets with one dollar bills and hit the neighborhood streets in search of used treasures.





