

I love listening to my three little guys play, it's like listening to a different language being spoken, one that I am still learning. I grew up with two sisters and so have been actually delighted to enter the world of boys. But most of the time I need a translator, a position which Daddy fills nicely, except when I don't understand what he's saying.
Today I had the boys clean out their cars for our garage sale this week. (Am I crazy? Having a garage sale and Funky Junk within two weeks? The answer is yes.) But it was fun to see them work out which ones would stay, which ones they would sell, and how they negotiated the in betweens. I'll let you know that I don't ask them to something I don't do myself. Every time I've had a booth filled with my vintage finds, I find myself deciding which will stay in my own collection (for a while, I say), which pieces can go, and negotiating with myself on the in betweens.
I love that my boys are starting to understand the world of junking, of Funky Junk and antiques, and learning what is valuable to them, and why.
By the way, I saved two of my oldest's choices. One is staying in the bin for now (a vintage metal combine) and one is going in the sale (a vintage metal catepillar). We'll be negotiating on the rest.
Check out tomorrow for another vendor highlight!