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How one mom lost weight but gained perspective on her relationship to food

I dedicated 26 days of intentionality toward myself.

To be honest, about halfway through the process I was surprised at what was being uncovered about the state of my relationship with food and me. I was set for losing pounds and inches, prepared to workout really hard, and ready to feel more energy physically and mentally. What actually startled me though were the thoughts and feelings that came up through having to eat good food, five times a day, seven days a week.

I think I was about 10 days in, my initial momentum waning, and it was clear that several times a day I was beyond annoyed at having to eat…AGAIN! This particular day, I was throwing a tantrum as I marched up the stairs to the kitchen. I opened and slammed shut the refrigerator door numerous times, just heated that I had to “fix” something. First of all, I did not want to eat; and secondly, if I was going to have to eat, could I just please have something out of a box or a drive-thru that would JUST taste good and make me feel better.

I stopped for a moment…quiet…and asked out loud, “What is my problem? Why am I so angry? What is going on?” It took a minute, but I felt like the clouds parted and I saw clearly the arrangement I had made with food.

The truth was, up to that point (and without really knowing it) food only existed to make me feel better. Many days if I was too busy, or just to lazy, I would not eat ‘til I was starving, which was about dinner time. It was too much effort to get the food, and if I had to “work” in order to eat…that did not make me feel better. Then, when I would get around to eating, I would eat way too much because I was famished. And, on top of that, I would eat JUNK food, because it tasted so good going down, and I would feel better.

That moment (talking to myself in the middle of a temper tantrum) was so marked for me, seeing how committed I was to using food simply to bring relief to my day or give me some sort of pleasure. Ironic, isn’t it, how dedicated I was to feeling better through food, yet, ultimately that attachment with food made me feel so much worse.

Okay, so even harder to swallow than the truth of how I had been using food; yet incredibly freeing and the most significant part  of transforming my eating was that: eating well five times a day became an act of care and love for myself.

My eyes were not just opened to my relationship with food, but more importantly my relationship to myself. Each meal became a statement TO MYSELF that I mattered. I, Angie Johnston am important to myself.

I know that this can sound cliché’ or cheesy but it was profoundly true. I have sought to know that I matter to God, that I am valuable to my husband, that I am cared for by family and friends, that I am even liked by my children, but oh…how did I miss it? In my 43 years of life, how have I not experienced care and love for my own being? I guess that was somehow allotted to selfishness.

What freedom I feel to begin knowing that giving myself nurturing and nutrients is fundamental to talking kindly and relating to my own soul.  I honestly feel like I became friends with myself. Ha, funny, eh? But so good. Something has freed up in me, and eating is not some heavy-duty, law-based failure anymore.

Food no longer exists to just make me feel better.

I eat to care about myself…and what do you know, I feel better than ever.

 ….OKAY, okay the $500 dollars that I won was great too;)

Angie is a mother to three children (ages 16, 12, and 9) and wife to a health nut/computer geek. She has sincerely enjoyed her work as a professional counselor for the last 20 years, but mostly seek creating space to play with her kids in their lives, drink coffee, tea and cocktails with her friends, be outside in the colors of Colorado beauty and read good stories. Of course cooking, cleaning and doing laundry take up a good portion of her life, too.

Happy Thanksgiving From the Mamas!

Today’s inspirational quote:

Thanksgiving comes to us out of the prehistoric dimness, universal to all ages and all faiths. At whatever straws we must grasp, there is always a time for gratitude and new beginnings.

~J. Robert Moskin

Today’s not-so inspirational quote, as shared by Mile High Mama Connie via Twitter:

Ordered my Fresh Free Range Thanksgiving Turkey…feel good knowing it was raised in a caring environment before it was beheaded.

We’re grateful for your continued support of Mile High Mamas. Happy Thanksgiving!

My mom: A forever student whose forgiveness and vivacity are a wonderful example

Dear Mom:

I am not sure how to begin a letter to someone who is responsible for my existence here.

We have so many memories and I learn more from you in my adulthood than ever (having more than something to do with my maturity).  Some of my favorite memories from childhood involve parties, food and always something creative.

One of my first memories with you, was of the smell of clay as you were throwing pots in the garage of our house.  I loved the smell and I was captivated by the graceful movement of your hands, molding the clay.  You would squeeze the sponge and I would stare, trying not to blink, as a big lump of mud would magically form into a beautiful bowl or a vase or be pulled into a plate.  I was amazed at how your thumb would create a groove around the outside of the plate.  It was an amazing partnership between your fingers and the Earth.  I also loved to see you working in the garden.   You loved flowers, plants, trees.  You were (are) amazing at designing the shape of the garden itself and, every season, I couldn’t wait to see how the blooms exploded.

A memory that will always seem like yesterday is that of my 6th grade birthday party.  I was nervous about it, because some of the more “popular” girls were coming.  It was a smashing success… You had arranged a delicious dinner,  beautifully coordinated table decor, fun activities/games that my friends thought thought were so “cool.”  That was HUGE!

The lessons I’ve learned from you over time are many and cover all kinds of topics.  The divorce and other life events presented seemingly insurmountable obstacles, however, you have taken so much responsibility for healing over the years.  Forgiving.  Renewing.  Watching you learn how to value yourself through your faith has been incredibly encouraging.  Over the years, as I have grown into a woman, a mom, a wife, I’ve learned a tremendous amount about the freedom that grace has to offer.

You are forever a student of everything around you.  Your curiosity and vivacity come together to exhume a celebration of life and God’s creation that is so inspiring!!!!  I am desperate to imitate that.  Lastly, your art is contagious and your love for children and teaching encourages my love for my children and teaching.  You embrace/support my family and all of your grandchildren with abandon.

Mom.  Noni.  Barbara Lee Sparks.

I love you.



AnneMarie Anderson is a 41-year-old wife, Real Estate broker, mother of two (8 & 6).  She grew up here in Colorado, went to CSU and moved to NYC for 9 years, then returned to the Mile High City.

20 Restaurants Mom Will Love for Mother’s Day

Whether you want something casual or more formal, we have plenty of restaurants that mom will love for Mother’s Day. All events are May 11, 2014.

Bonanno Brothers Pizzeria

Special menu includes carne frittata, vegetable frittata and breakfast pizza, 10 a.m.-2 p.m. $9 bottomless mimosas and Bloody Mary bar. Complimentary mimosa for moms with brunch/lunch order. Call for reservations. 8439 Park Meadows Center Drive, Lone Tree, 303-799-8900,

Cañon City Queen Anne Tea House

Seventh annual Elegant Royal High Lunch Tea, seatings at 11 a.m. and 2 p.m. $31.99 adults, $15.99 children under age 9. Reservations required. 813 Macon Ave., Cañon City, 719-275-5354,

Capital Tea

Eighth annual three-course Mother’s Day Tea. Seatings at noon, 1:30 and 3 p.m. Call for cost and reservations. 1450 S. Broadway, 303-777-2255,

Celestial Seasonings

Fourth annual Mother’s Day Tea Luncheon with live music, 10:30 a.m.-2:30 p.m. $21, $10 children under age 10. Reservations required. Free tours of the tea factory included. 4600 Sleepytime Drive, Boulder, 303-581-1308,

Cheyenne Mountain Resort

The Symphonic Guild presents a Mother’s Day Sunset Dinner to benefit the Colorado Springs Philharmonic, 5:30 p.m. $65, includes gourmet dinner and cocktails. Reservations required. 3225 Broadmoor Valley Road, Colorado Springs, 719-520-SHOW (520-7469),


Treat mum like a true royal queen for the morning. Join Churchill’s, LoHi’s authentic English Pub, for their spectacular Mother’s Day Brunch. Every mum will receive a free glass of bubbly or juice of her choice. Choose from the delicious Benny Hill Eggs Benedict, Denver Omelet, French Toast, Hair of the Dog Burrito and Breakfast Burger and other generous selections. Call ahead to make reservations. Brunch will be served from 10 am until 3 p.m. 303.477.1600.


Mother’s Day Brunch Buffet includes a breakfast station, herb-crusted prime rib and roasted turkey station, and pastries, 10 a.m.-2 p.m. $45, $15 children ages 6-12, free age 5 and under. Reservations recommended. 1400 Wewatta St., 303-623-5700, e-mail [email protected],

Devil’s Thumb Ranch Resort 

Mother’s Day Grand Brunch Buffet, 9 a.m.-3 p.m. $49 for adults includes bottomless mimosas, $20 children ages 4-12, free children age 3 and under. Reservations required. Regular a la carte dinner service begins at 3 p.m. at Heck’s and 5 p.m. at Ranch House Restaurant. Overnight lodging packages also available. 2430 County Road 83, Tabernash, 970-726-5632,

Fogo de Chão Brazilian Steakhouse 

The Brazilian steakhouse offers a special lunch and dinner menu of fire-roasted meats, seafood, gourmet salad bar, side options, desserts and more. Reservations recommended. Moms receive a Mother’s Day card for a complimentary lunch or dinner at their next visit. 1513 Wynkoop St., 303-623-9600,

Grappa Mediterranean Bistro

Mother’s Day Brunch 2014, 10 a.m.-3 p.m. $39 adults, $19.50 children age 12 and under. 1027 Washington Ave., Golden, 303-273-8882, e-mail [email protected],

Highlands Ranch Mansion

Mother’s Day Feast includes seafood, sushi, eggs benedict, made-to-order omelets, salads, fruit, pastries, desserts and more, 9 a.m.-2 p.m. $50 adults, $25 children ages 6-10, free age 5 and under. Live music and self-guided mansion tours included. Reservations required. 9950 E. Gateway Drive, Highlands Ranch, 720-473-7306,

Lake Terrace at The Broadmoor

Mother’s Day Brunch with more than 150 choices, ice sculptures and live piano music, 9 a.m.-3 p.m. $60 ages 11 and up, $21 ages 4-10 and free for age 3 and under. 1 Lake Ave., Colorado Springs, 719-577-5771, 866-381-8432,

Lou’s Food Bar

Offering $10 bottomless mimosas and a BYO Bloody Mary Bar. Complimentary mimosa for moms with brunch/lunch order. Call for reservations. 1851 W. 38th Ave., 303-458-0336,

The Margarita at Pine Creek

Three-course brunch, 10 a.m.-2:30 p.m. $29, $16 kids; Special Sunday Dinner, 5-8 p.m. $35 for three-course menu, $42 five-course menu. Call for reservations. 7350 Pine Creek Road, Colorado Springs, 719-598-8667

The Mercury Cafe 

Mother’s Day brunch is offered 9 a.m.-3 p.m. and dinner 5:30-11 p.m. Live music included. All mothers and grandmothers receive complimentary flowers. Live band and swing dancing begins at 8 p.m. Reservations recommended. 2199 California St., 303-294-9258,

Ocean Prime Special brunch menu 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. The full dinner menu is available all day. 1465 Larimer St., 303-825-3663,

The Ritz-Carlton

Annual Buffet Brunch on the plaza level, 10 a.m.-3 p.m. $75, $35 children, includes a build your own fresh flower bouquet activity and on-site family portraits to take home. Reservations recommended. Ritz-Carlton, 1881 Curtis St., 303-312-3133


Bottomless Margarita Brunch with complimentary flower, 10:30 a.m.-2:30 p.m. $35, includes unlimited small plates and brunch cocktails. Reservations required. 1400 Larimer St., 720-946-1433,

Tavern Lowry, Tavern Tech Center and Tavern Littleton 

Mother’s Day Brunch Buffet, 10 a.m.-2 p.m. $32, $12 children under 12. All moms receive a rose. Reservations recommended. Call 303-226-1555 or visit for locations.

Wazee Supper Club

Special Mother’s Day menu includes Sweet Potato French Toast, Benedict de Parma, Breakfast Pizza and a Breakfast Burrito, 10 a.m.-2 p.m. $3 Bloody Marys, mimosas and glasses of champagne available all day in addition to the regular menu. 1600 15th St., 303-623-9518,


Mother’s Day Brunch with Latin-Asian flavors, 10:30 a.m.-2:30 p.m. $35, $10 children. Small plates, cocktails and champagne and a mum for moms. Reservations recommended. 1610 Little Raven St., 720-904-0965,

My mom’s necessity of creation: What a body ravaged by MS has taught me

A couple of years ago, there was a large fire at my parent’s house that destroyed years of memories and decorations but was also motivated us to action. They have lived in their home for almost 45 years. Between my mom’s crafting career, the closure of her beloved tea room and gift shop, inheriting mementos of loved ones who have passed and her love to shop, the house is literally busting at the seams.

The closets in every room are jam-packed with treasures, many of which haven’t been opened. My mom’s craft area/laundry room/storage room were the worst culprits and were literally floor-to-ceiling with boxes upon boxes of beautiful ribbons, outdated lace and flowers, sequins, fabric, glue guns, dishes, baskets, unfinished wreaths and over 50 straw hats.

Growing up, my mom WAS Martha Stewart. Everything she touched was gold and she was (and still is) beautiful. She could cook anything and craft everything. She was the life of every party and the mom many of my teen-aged friends loved to visit because she provided them with the laughter and  stability they craved as their own families were rocked by divorce.

As my mom’s Multiple Sclerosis has worsened over the last 25 years, she has spent less and less time in her craft room. Now, navigating the stairs by herself is a herculean task so she rarely goes into the basement. Her craft table had become a dumping ground and was literally piled three feet high when I visited after the fire. I resolved to help my dad put a dent into the seemingly insurmountable clean-up. We had to tread lightly because Mom was still reeling from the losses sustained from the fire but also knew there was no better time.

It took my dad and me several hours to remove the hundreds of hanging dried flowers and wreathes. We purchased several storage bins but it was a painfully slow process and I was filled with frustration at the ostensible pile of outdated “junk” in front of me.

 Late one night after I put my two kids to bed, I resolved I would start small and put all her ribbons into one bin. My then-7-year-old daughter Hadley approached me, asking if she could help. I hesitated but followed a prompting that this was something we should do together. We worked side-by-side into the night. After organizing the ribbon, I decided the craft table was the one area I had to finish and so we delved into all the thimbles and threads and needles and paints, neatly placing them in bins.

 A transformation happened as that craft table started to appear underneath the clutter–not just with the table but with me. Hadley would grab many of the items I was ready to dump and marvel at their beauty, of the time it must have taken Grandma to make them. Soon, instead of lamenting the many stains on that table, I saw a Picasso of my mother’s art take shape. I could remember the many late nights she spent down here creating–it was her breath of life and what made her truly exceptional.

 My disdain for the process turned to love and respect for a gift I have never had, nor appreciated.

I then looked at my little girl who is more like my mom than anyone on this earth. Her creativity, her spark, her spunk and even that stubborn streak that is sometimes so extreme it can be detrimental to her own health. All of it, she shares with her Grandma Christine.

 It was a humbling, sweet moment as I caught a very powerful glimpse of the loss my mom is sustaining. Real life has no filters. Sometimes it’s raw, hard and messy and I finally understood what it was like for her to suffer so deeply–and for so long–as her body slowly betrays her.

But I also saw how she has prematurely given up on the joy she once had that is still obtainable in a different way. She can no longer create masterpieces but she can still inspire her little artists. I know Hadley will be the first in line to sit in her workshop to learn her art.

 And now, so will I.


From now until Mother’s Day, Mile High Mamas will be featuring essays dedicated to your favorite mom memories.

Somewhere–A Mother’s Day Tribute to Moms Everywhere

Somewhere someone has just found out she is going to become a mother.
Somewhere someone has found out she won’t.
Somewhere a mother is crying for the loss of a pregnancy.
Somewhere a mother isn’t ready to be a mother.
Somewhere a mother is giving birth.
Somewhere a mother is sleep deprived.
Somewhere a mother is staring into the eyes of a newborn.
Somewhere a mother is picking cheerios up off the floor.
Somewhere a mother is making sacrifices.
Somewhere a mother is watching her baby learn to walk.
Somewhere a mother is gently cleaning a booboo and covering it with a band aid.
Somewhere a mother is rocking a sick child.
Somewhere a mother is finding out she has cancer.
Somewhere a mother is dying.
Somewhere a mother is caring for her own mother.
Somewhere a mother is ready to give up.
Somewhere a mother is

Living far away from home: Friends are the family you choose

I spend a lot of my time striving to create for my kids the solid foundation my parents gave me. It’s a lot of pressure because I had a great childhood. One of seven kids, there was never a dull moment. Endless memories were made in the house we grew up in and sometimes I wish I could go back and hang out with that motley crew again, just for a day. Or that my kids could.

Our house was “the place to be” and on any given day you could show up unannounced to join in on a game of whiffle ball, kickball, basketball or football. Flashlight tag nights at our house were the stuff of small town legend.  On a good night, at least thirty kids could be found running after each other in the dark, laughing hysterically until it was time to go home. 

My sisters taught me everything I needed to know about life: friends, kissing, shaving, periods and how to mask alcohol breath while slipping in after curfew while my brothers were my ever grounded, no-nonsense influences.  They gave my parents plenty to worry about with occasional unexplained all-nighters with girlfriends, midnight police escorts home and bags of pot on the floor of our minivan but these things gave them just enough of an edge to be considered “cool” while managing to remain good students, nice people…great brothers…

When we moved to Colorado from the East Coast, the first unexpected feeling I had was one of vast emptiness. My husband and I have always been the type of couple that likes to “go it alone.” We’ve shared adventures together all over the United States. I didn’t expect to feel this immediate loss. This was a temporary adventure, after all. I’ve always said the only thing I don’t absolutely love about living here is the distance from my family and that is still true.

What I’ve realized now that we may be leaving soon (isn’t that always when we realize these things?) is the friends we’ve made are our family. Waves of awareness crash into me when I’m enjoying a lazy spring afternoon out at the playground, chatting away with my girlfriends while our kids play together effortlessly …or when I watch my daughter walk home with her gang of school buddies, chattering away about a group playdate at our house…or when my son sees his next door neighbor friend come outside and they run, cheer and jump for joy at catching sight of one another, if only for a moment…or taking a trip to see friends and watching our kids pick up where they left off, the way cousins tend to do…

My daughter asked a few weeks ago, “Mommy, why do we even make any friends if we just have to say goodbye to them?” It didn’t take either of us long to come up with the answer.

Love to my family. You know who you are.

 Sarah Stith lives in Boulder with her husband and 2 children (3 and 6) while her husband attends grad school. Before moving to Colorado, the family lived in Brooklyn, NY where Sarah worked as a dresser at The Lion King on Broadway. She now works from home and manages to find time between breaking up arguments to build her organization, “Raising Little Heroes”, a group devoted to finding volunteer opportunities for families with young children. She also writes about her life on her blog, A Day in the Life of My Little Brood.

Lessons from my mother: we want your contributions for Mother’s Day!

Mother-daughter relationships can be complicated.

That said, when many women grow up and reflect back upon their moms, they realize that maybe mother did know best.

We are dedicating early-May to stories about your mom. What are some of your favorite memories growing up? What lessons that she taught you do you hold most dear? And even now, how is your mom still influencing you for the better? Write in whatever format you’d like–a letter to your mother or as a blog post.

Stories should be under 500 words and and be written in Word or cut-and-pasted in an email. Please include a horizontal jpg 600×399 (easily resized at and include your 2-3 sentence bio. Deadline is April 24, 2014.

Please submit to amber [at] milehighmamas [dot] com.

Running Mama: Finding Comfort in my Shoebox

When I was pregnant with my first, I swore I’d be one of those women who wouldn’t let her running fall by the wayside.  Sure, I’d take six weeks off, but then I’d throw those running shoes back on.  I’d read about women like that.  It was just a matter of determination…

…then the baby arrived…

I’d been put into a shoebox, flipped over and spun around.  Every single thing I had done previously seemed impossible now.  It took me 45 minutes to prepare to meet a friend three blocks away. I couldn’t figure out how to make food and actually eat it. I braced myself for toe curling pain every time my tiny insatiable being dared need nourishment.

When I was “cleared for physical activity” I gave it a go, desperate to climb out of my box.  After struggling to find something I could actually wear running, I strapped on my shoes. My husband strapped the baby into the carrier and we headed out together.  I ran a bit and let them catch up…it was awful.  Legs like planks of wood held together by rusty hinges, torso a jelly-filled balloon, I felt sure my body would never remember.

Then I went back to work and regularly got home at 1 a.m..  First feeding: 3 a.m., up for the day: 5:30 a.m..  I struggled to stay awake on the subway home.  Once I was trying to stay awake by texting and was awoken by the sound of my phone falling to the floor.

I hated myself for not following through with my commitment to running.  I had to admit though, sleeping was just as vital to my health.  So I ran when I could and slogged through my days, frizzy-haired and loopy.

The six years that followed have been a roller coaster but I’ve been able to keep running in my life.  When we first moved to Colorado my daughter would beg me not to leave whenever I left for a run.  Sometimes I didn’t feel like dealing with the guilt trip and stayed.  Then I got pregnant again.  Maybe it was because I didn’t have the crazy work schedule anymore, or because I had done the kid thing already but whatever the reason, I got out there faster the second time.

I still have a hard time finding the joy in running sometimes but I ran a marathon this past fall.  I still live in my box, but don’t keep the top on anymore.  I’ve become attached to it, and am learning to step out and have some fun with my time.  As my kids get older, I realize I don’t need to pressure myself to step out.  It’ll happen.

You know, maybe I’m already there.  When I leave for runs now, my daughter asks, “How many miles are you running today, Mama?” She draws pictures of me running and gives them to me when I get back.  I don’t think that kind of thing happens when you’re stuffed in a shoebox.

Sarah Stith lives in Boulder with her husband and two children (3 and 6) while her husband attends grad school.  Before moving to Colorado, the family lived in Brooklyn, NY where Sarah worked as a dresser at The Lion King on Broadway.  She now works from home and manages to find time between diaper changes to build her organization, “Raising Little Heroes” (, a group devoted to finding volunteer opportunities for families with young children.

Mile High Mamas’ Popular Denver Spring Consignment Sale Schedule 2014

It’s finally here! Twice a year, Mile High Mamas does a round-up detailing Colorado’s popular children’s consignment sales. Thousands of shoppers find bargains on kids’ clothing for newborn-preteen, toys, strollers, furniture, baby equipment, books, shoes, maternity items and more…all at 50-90% below retail.

And for the seventh season in a row, Tracey Gifford–a mom of two boys and owner of the  Just Between Friends sale in Denver–has compiled this year’s schedule. As a word of thanks, I’d like to offer a little shout-out to Tracey’s sale March 20-23, 2014, which is the largest kids’ gear and clothing resale event in Metro Denver. Mention Mile High Mamas and get in FREE!

Be sure to also check out the following fabulous sales:

*March 1
Supertwins of the Rocky Mountains (STORM)
Saturday, 9 a.m.-12 p.m.
Where: The Manning School, Golden

*March 8
Mothers of Multiples Society Sale
Saturday 9 a.m.-2 p.m., $1 admission
Where: Douglas County Events Center

*March 14-16
Just Between Friends of Aurora
Friday 9 a.m.-6:30 p.m. $2 admission; Saturday: 9 a.m.-5 p.m. $2 admission
Sunday: 9 a.m.-4 p.m. (Half-price sale)
Where: Arapahoe County Fairgrounds, Aurora

*March 16-17
Your Kids Closet sy The Wildlife Experience
Sunday 9 a.m.-5 p.m.; Monday 9 a.m.-2 p.m. (half-price select tagged items)
Your $1 admission (ages 3 and up) includes free admission to the museum.

*March 18-22
Rhea Lana-Southeast Denver
Tuesday-Wednesday 9 a.m.-8 p.m.; Thursday 9 a.m.-3 p.m.; Friday 9 a.m.-8 p,m. Saturday 9 a.m.-5 p.m. (half-price sale)
Where: Smokey Hill Town Center, Centennial

justbetweenfriends*March 20-23
Just Between Friends of Denver
Thursday 10 a.m.-7 p.m., Friday 10 a.m.-5 p.m.; Saturday: 9 a.m.-3 p.m. (25% off sale)
Sunday 9 a.m.-3 p.m. (Half-price sale)
$4 admission Thursday, $2 admission Friday, free weekend admission; Parking is FREE for all shoppers
Where: National Western Complex, Denver

*April 5
Darling Doubles
8 a.m.-12 p.m.; 12 p.m.-1 p.m. (half-price sale)
$2 admission
Where: Adams County Fairgrounds, Brighton

*April 5
MOPS Annual Sale
Saturday 8 a.m.-12 p.m., $2 admission; 12:30-2 p.m. (half-price sale)
Where: Cherry Hills Community Church, Highlands Ranch

*April 9-13
Just Between Friends of Arvada
Wednesday-Friday 9 a.m.-7 p.m.; Saturday 9 a.m.-7 p.m. and Sunday 9 a.m.-2 p.m. (half-price sale)
$2 admission
Where: Flatiron Crossing, Broomfield

*April 10-13
Just Between Friends of Douglas County
Thursday-Friday 9 a.m.–7 p.m.; Saturday 9 a.m.–3 p.m., Sunday 9 a.m.-3 p.m. (Half-price sale),
$2 admission all days
Where: Douglas County Fairgrounds, Castle Rock

*April 25-26
Haute Tots
Friday 9 a.m.-6 p.m. ; Saturday 8 a.m.-12 p.m., 1 p.m.-5 p.m. (half-price sale) $1 admission
Where: Arvada United Methodist Church, Arvada

*May 1-3
St. Phillip Early Learning Center
Thursday 9:30 a.m.-7 p.m.; Friday 9:30 a.m.-2 p.m.; Saturday 8 a.m.-12 p.m.
$1 admission all days
Where: St. Philip Lutheran Church, Littleton

*May 2-3
New to You
Times: Friday 8a-4p; Saturday 8a-12p ( half price sale)
$2 admission
Where: Christ Lutheran Church, Highlands Ranch

*May 7-12
Just Between Friends of Longmont
Times: Wed-Sat 9 a.m.-7 p.m.; Sunday 9 a.m.-7 p.m. and Monday 9 a.m.-2 p.m. (half-price sale)
Where: Boulder County Fairgrounds, Longmont

*May 29-June 1
Just Between Friends of Broomfield/Brighton
Thursday11:30 a.m.-7:30 p.m., $2 admission; Friday 9:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m.;
Saturday 9 a.m.-4:30 p.m. $2 admission; Sunday 9 a.m.-6:30 p.m. (half-price sale)
$2 admission
Where: Adams County Fairgrounds, Brighton

Have we missed your favorite sale? Be sure to leave the information in the comments below.