wordless wednesday

we are drowning in a sea of totally useless, unnecessary, taking-up-space JUNK that we've hauled down from the attic in preparation for our yard sale this saturday.  you can barely turn around upstairs without running into an old pack-and-play, or unraveling wicker laundry basket, or a container of scrapbooking tools that cost a ridiculous amount of money at the time that have been collecting dust ever since i stopped in the middle of susanna's second year album, never to return again.  (had i only known how much easier -- and cheaper -- blogging was at the time ...)  it is scary to think that we haven't even lived in our house for three years, and when we moved in, we had ridded ourselves of all our old junk.  i think our new junk must have regenerated itself while we were busy embracing the "out of sight, out of mind" philosophy.

all that to say that i just don't have time to spend on a thoughtful post this week, especially since the day after our yard sale that will undoubtedly be far more trouble than it's worth, we're having sixteen preschool girls here to celebrate susanna's birthday.  i fear that i have bitten off far more than i can chew.  (speaking of chewing, my eyes just rested on a lovely electric carving knife that we received as a wedding present twelve years ago, still unopened with the gift tag attached.  priced to sell at $5 -- any takers?)

so for today's quick wordless wednesday post, below is susanna as you can find her any afternoon these days at 3:15 pm: walking one of her baby dolls in the stroller up to the bus stop to wait for liam.  i chose yesterday for a photograph since she was still dressed in her ill-fitting black leotard from ballet, out of which her turquoise panties are showing at the bottom.  along with her dark purple hairbow (left over from a coordinating dress she wore to school) and mismatched socks, she's the definition of a ragamuffin if i ever saw one.  but just the cutest almost-five year old ragamuffin i've ever seen, if i do say so myself.

speaking of rags and muffins, i'm pretty sure i've unearthed both dishrags and muffin tins, to be sold at our yard sale.  don't you want to come?  if you buy the electric carving knife, i'll throw them in for free.