This is my sister. (Taken with Instagram)
It was fate. I’ve been looking for a wooden ladder to hang in the studio and put the quilts that I use for table displays on. I would never have seen it if earlier today I hadn’t got a warning from a policeman for parking on the street. When I moved my car after church I saw the ladder in the neighbor’s trash pile!
If it wasn’t for the parking warning, I probably would have missed it. Its crazy how things work out. I mean, I’ve parked my car the same way for a year and a half now and I’ve never had any trouble BC of it and now, on trash day, when the neighbor who never throws anything away is throwing out the very thing I’m looking for, I get a warning about how I park my car which forces me to move it which makes me turn on the headlights, which shine on the ladder that I promptly carry down the driveway like a loon.
Maybe I’m overthinking things, but I’m very excited about this ladder.