pretty pillowcase
a dress for me to stitch, though I'm thinking this pattern may be too small for me because it's old skool
a crazy-cool kiddie pillowcase
a cute bell-wreath & outline golden book - just look at Santa's beautiful blue eyes and tell me you don't love him
another golden book and this little musical/doggy clapper thingy
It's so cold and rainy here at the moment. We were flirting with Summer, and then kazaam, we're whipped back into our woollies. I don't mind the rain. I don't mind the cold. But when combined, they're not exactly conducive to sifting through other people's bins.
I drove past the house and the bin this week. On a number of occasions. I wonder if they've taken down my number plates and reported me yet. I completely missed the second skip. When I went back - gone-skis. Into thin air. Which is probably a good thing because I was coming home with a few too many things. Matt calls it my junk. I call it my treasures. Tomate-o. Tom-aaaahto. Potate-o. Potaaaaaahto.
There was a hive of activity at the house. Landscapers. A truck. People people everywhere. Is this the beginning of the end?
So tonight, I think I'm going to bow out. For a number of reasons.
- The guy staring at me in the street last week really ruffled my feathers.
- It's cold. It's raining. And I want a night off.
- I don't think I have much adrenaline left.
- I don't have acres of house to store this stuff.
- I got a quick and fruitful spot of thrifting going on this morning. I made a quick and quiet kill.
Are you going to punish me for not going out in the rain? Even if you don't, you just never know, after I watch this, you might find me out there. Braving the elements.
