I love garage sales.
One of the benefits of moving to a retirement community is that no one really works around here which means there are always garage sales during the week. On Thursday (Thursday!) we went to a big church rummage sale. I like the big ones because a ton of people bring their stuff so it makes it easier than having to drive all over.
I don't really need anything. We just moved and purged all non-essentials and really like having less stuff in the house. I do have certain weaknesses though, like science text books and old books on health like my Doctor's Handbook from the 1950s. Hilarious and informative.
In addition to books, I am always on the look out for non-traditional jungle-gym stuff for our giant play-living room. The Kid is trying to climb and traditional furniture lacks little grooves for tiny fingers. We are always modifying stuff with thin dowels so the little man can start hanging using his upper body. Now that he's climbing, the total flat surface (can you say booor-ing) isn't offering him any challenge besides rug burn.
I found a wooden platform that offers a height and texture variance (for both sensory and motor input) for you-know-who and some treasures for the entire family, meaning me.
I'm not a fan of furniture, having found that, once I actually bit the bullet and got rid of the living room staples, there wasn't a need to do extra hip opening exercises all the time. Just living on the floor opens up all sorts of opportunities for stretching in a relaxed, being-healthier-every-minute kind of way. Healthy Time and Regular Life are looking more and more like the same category. Whoot whoot!
What was I talking about? Oh, yeah, so while furniture is out, I am a huge fan of things that offer various heights for various body-prop interactions.
Behold, the $2.00 cubes.
about 75-minutes a day.
I'm obviously stretching instead of cleaning my house.
Hey. In case you're nosy, and trying to strain your eyes to peek at my table of photos, here they are up close:
P.S. If you looked hard at this picture, you might be a stalker. See if you can spot the bell (gift from favorite yoga teacher Zan) and the empty picture frame that's been sitting there for six weeks.
Here is my favorite picture of my Dad:
or as I like to call him, Bagpiping Bad-A$$.
Not really. I don't cuss in front of my dad, still.
As a total non sequitur, and only because I cannot stop taking pictures with my iPhone - here is how I am typing this blog post right now:
Just in case you were worried about me spending too much time on the computer -- I don't let it interfere with my body to-do list. Except that I realized that I always prefer my left leg up, SO that means it's time to switch it up.
Anyhow, garage sales and thrift stores are great places to find stuff for a healthy home. Well-being doesn't need to be expensive, and the hunt can be kind of fun too.