My husband and I came to an agreement several years ago:
1. I don’t ask him to go into thrift stores.
2. He doesn’t prevent me from going to “junk” stores.
3. I don’t ask him to get enthusiastic about my finds.
But sometimes I need someone to share my excitement when I spread out the “spoils” of my trip.
Well, guess what…
(everything is displayed on a cotton tablecloth I found too)
.: nifty little Fossil tins :.
.: baskets with black wirework :.
.: cotton napkins – I thought these looked “Williams Sonoma-y” :.
.: one of my favorite summer childhood books :.
.: Chronicles of Narnia books on tape (hello monastery trip!) :.
.: a cheap frame for this print I’ve been carting around for years :.
.: now I need another one… :.
.: yes, I bought a bird cage :.
.: for FOUR dollars :.
.: and it’s just adorable…but you should have seen Father’s face… :.