Last month, I took you on a journey through a schoolhouse crawlspace. If you read that post, you probably realized that I'm not all that particular in my pursuit for treasure. I'll explore a dusty crawlspace, pick through a bottle dump, wade through a creek for antique china fragments, or pace across a manicured yard with my Makro Racer. I consider myself a metal detecting hobbyist, though I suppose I'm a little bit of everything--thrift-shop picker, bottle digger, crawlspace explorer, and history hunter extraordinaire. I'm woman of many hats... as long as those hats don't flatten my hair...

It happened today. I was at church, watching my children skip across the rows of sanctuary chairs like circus acrobats--when a visitor posed the question, "You're that metal detecting girl, right?" I must have blushed ten shades of red. Had he been a regular at our church, I probably wouldn't have been so flattered--but he was just visiting for a baby dedication that morning. He recognized me from my blog! I asked if he metal detected--nope, he just followed my blog. Needless to say, this stranger made my day--perhaps even my month... dare I say year? This must qualify for celebrity status?...