All Good Things

I am dreaming over a pair of Privo MaryJanes in a shoe catalog. "Wait!" says my friend. "Let's check the Good Will bin first."

Privos? At Good Will? In my size? Nah.

Guess what's in my closet!

Hardly worn!

I lust after a very pricey mattelasse daybed cover and bedskirt at Pottery Barn. "Wait!" says my landlady. I have..." She runs out the door and comes back minutes later with a mattelasse cover and a deep, double ruffle bed skirt. "...these!" she finishes, out of breath.

The bedskirt has a mushroom ruffle trimmed with cream colored fringe that just matches the cover. Washed and pressed, my second-hand daybed and previously owned coverings look brand new.

An entire living room change for a fraction of the price of new.

"What? No photos with your blogpost?" bemoans a friend who lives far away. "My camera's broken," I tell her, "but I'm saving for a new one."

"Wait!" she says. "I have a second camera I never use. I'll package it up and send it to you." It arrives in the mail, still in its original packaging, brand new and unused until today!

A new, new camera!

I tell my neighbor I am headed off to pick apples at a local U-Pick place. "Wait!" she says. "There are more apples on my trees than I can use this year. Help yourself!"

I grab a basket and fill it in minutes. Four quarts of apple sauce and three bags of pie filling are in my freezer now. There's also a bowl of snacking apples.

The best for last.

All good things come to those who wait.