Or maybe its just this fun stuff I found at the "boutique" this weekend. Oh, and some of it came from a secret thrift shop that sells stuff for peanuts. I'll never, ever reveal its secret location.
And as Shelley will attest to, it also sells the best t-shirts.
Sammy tells me that the white ones are "boy colour". He still prefers to wear the pink ones though. They go with his tutu.
A stack of fun vintage fabrics and a couple of custard cups. The custard cups are fun on the coffee table with little old junk I've picked up for no particular reason, but just love looking at.
I love old patterns. I rarely use them, and after a while, I wonder... Why did I pick that up? Whatever will I do with this? How long will I find joy in staring at it, then decide to use it for bum wipes at the cabin outhouse?
I nearly had a coronary when I saw this absolutely perfect lustre ware creamer hidden behind some junk on the toppest, toppliest shelf. And I didn't drop it.
The stack of plates beneath the creamer are so great that I can't stand to look at them.
I entered my name in a silent auction.
My offer was $2.50.
I was the only one who put down my name and number.
I will never serve you pie on those plates.
You may be prohibited from even looking at them.