This weekend Mara and I set out for a little thrifting. We rifled through records, rolled through the cups and saucers, and peed our pants a little when we found glass-topped mason jars for 29 cents.
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| funny glasses on a funny girl. |
While we were thumbing through books, I came across a baby book that was the same as the one passed down from my Grandma, so out of curiosity, I reached for it to see if it was still blank {if you are a mom who completely filled one of those bad-boys out, I am not only in awe of you, I also think you are superhuman and studies should be done on you.} I was surprised to find it almost completely filled out...who gets rid of something like that? While I enjoyed reading it's contents, it gave me a pang of sadness as well...
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| words written with love and excitement |
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an envelope sealed with said coins inside
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| these little mr.s have an open invitation to all my dinner parties |
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| can't wait to paint this mirror up |
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| vintage, hand-crafted wooden toy |
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| perfectly-sized for mara come spring |
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| pretty trays... |
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| for pretty things. |
Thrift stores aren't for everyone. If you can't stomach the man you're standing behind clutching a mitt full of women's underpants {yes, I was}, or the overall smell {scarf?}, you may have vowed long ago to stay away. But I urge you to get off your high horse and try again! Or don't...more for me!
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