Can you still sell parents at garage sales? (And a giveaway of some super cute stuff that I didn't make because I'm not talented at all)

Think jazz hands.

Now, think leotards.

And hairspray.

And "5, 6, 7, 8!"

Those are some things I think about when I think of my friend, Kara. I met Kara during my first year of college in 1993-94 when we were on a dance team together. (Go ahead and roll your eyes.) Kara was so, so kind and laughed easily. I am pretty sure she might have laughed at some of my jokes. I always looked forward to talking with her and making sure I did my split leaps at the same exact moment as she did.

Think The Cranberries and "Linger" playing loudly on your radio.

Now, think boy crushes.

And laughing so hard your side hurts.

And "and 1 and 2 and 3 and 4!"

Those are some of the things I think about when I think of my friend, Amanda. She was from the same high school as Kara. I met Amanda during that same year on the dance team. I learned how to use liquid eyeliner from Amanda. We lost touch for a while after we both left the small school and went to large universities.

Pre-Facebook, I used to think about Kara and Amanda and wonder where they went. Every time I heard "Linger", I wondered if Amanda had gotten married or had kids or was working somewhere she loved. I knew Kara had at least married, as she met the man of her dreams right out of high school...or close to it!

Thanks to Facebook, I have found them both.  (I'm pretty sure they're super bummed about it, though.) I'm sure you all have similar stories of friends you lost touch with and then found again on Facebook, right?

Amanda is a school teacher, is married and has the CUTEST little girl.

Kara used to be a school teacher, is married, has 3 adorable kids and now lives in Kentucky. She finds herself in front of a sewing machine a lot. And sometimes with a little nugget in her lap. Isn't that the sweetest thing? I have NO IDEA how to use a sewing machine. I doubt I could stitch a straight line.

Kara not only stitches a straight line, she makes fancy things with her sewing machine AND can crochet, too. She has started her own company, Leighlee by Kara Orr (her middle name is Leigh), and sells SUPER CUTE stuff.  Because I think Kara is awesome, I thought it would be fun to introduce her to you all AND have her generously give one of these precious things to one of you. I went through her Facebook page and picked a few of my favorites. She can custom make any of these items, of course. She's sort of like a magician.

Doll ($30)

Kindle cover ($25)

iPad cover ($30)

Owl ($25)

Cupcake hat ($25)

Yoga mat bag ($35)

Owl iPhone case ($18)

Tea towel ($20)

I LOVE THE TEA TOWEL. I'm totally going to buy that tea towel for me and maybe for future gifts. It reminds me of Shel Silverstein's The Giving Tree.

See? Source

This Giving Tree talk sent me on a Shel Silverstein tangent and resulted in me eventually finding this Digby & Iona GIVING TREE RING. Actually, the proper name is "Stump Ring", but I don't like the word stump.



But, not as much as Kara's stuff.

If you are interested in benefitting from Kara's GIVING SPREE (see what I did there?) by having her custom make one of those items above for you (except for that stump ring, as I think, and don't quote me, but I think metal is really hard to make with a sewing machine), put your name and info into the Rafflecopter below. I will leave it up for about a week and contact you if you are the lucky one! You can, of course, order any of her items at any time. You can find her on Facebook here.

And, now I leave you with my favorite Shel Silverstein poem that I recited in front of my entire school when I was in the fifth grade during the Prose & Poetry contest because I was a big nerd:


Clarence Lee from Tennessee
Loved the commercials he saw on TV.
He watched with wide believing eyes
And bought everything they advertised --
Cream to make his skin feel better
Spray to make his hair look wetter
Bleach to make his white things whiter
Stylish jeans that fit much tighter.
Toothpaste for his cavities,
Powder for his doggie's fleas,
Purple mouthwash for his breath,
Deodorant to stop his sweat.
He bought each cereal they presented,
Bought each game that they invented.
Then one day he looked and saw
'A brand-new Maw, a better Paw!
New, improved in every way --
Hurry, order yours today!'
So, of course, our little Clarence
Sent off for two brand-new parents.
The new ones cam in the morning mail,
*The old ones he sold at a garage sale.

And now they all are doing fine:
His new folks treat him sweet and kind,
His old ones work in an old coal mine.
So if your Maw and Paw are mean,
And make you eat your lima beans
And make you wash and make you wait
And never let you stay up late
And scream and scold and preach and pout,
That simply means they're wearing out.
So send off for two brand-new parents
And you'll be happy as little Clarence.

*My favorite line.

Can you still sell parents at garage sales? Anyone know? Not sure if that is legal anymore or what. I always see parents sitting at garage sales and never know if they are actually for sale, you know? I once tried to pick one up with a dolly and she swatted me in the back of the head. It turns out she was just sitting in a chair resting, but I thought she came with the chair. I was so embarrassed. I had big plans for that purchase, too. I thought she'd be cute on my front porch. I was planning to dress her for all of the different holidays, you know? So, yeah, if you know anything about the current stance on selling parents in garage sales, let me know.

My kids were asking me the other day, but I can't imagine why.

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