This morning I took a stroll to the thrift store and the library. I listened to House of Mirth, via Audible, and took a short-cut through the loveliest of graveyards (hilly, shady and peaceful) near our house, making it rather a pleasant trek.
At the library I checked out Moby Dick, which Jesse and I have been reading aloud together using the iBooks app on our phones. Nothing beats a good old-fashioned, bound and printed book, though.
And now the highlight of my day–my thrifting finds.
First spotted: vintage-y hand-made vegetables. Perfect for filling a kid’s play shopping basket…for that kid I don’t have…but I will keep these on hand for when the time comes.
We have tomato, bell pepper, and carrot (for little rabbit)…
And my favorite–King Corn.
I also snagged a couple fun pillows. These will be used outside, on our porch, when I finally get around to making it my dream outdoor living space. I’m on the hunt for a couple wooden rockers and a hammock. When I find these items, I will put these pillows on them, and the wild rumpus will start.
…And these, my dears, are lovely vintage enamel strawberry bowls. They warm my heart.
The bowls and the pillows actually came from a flea-market style antique store, which might be one of the creepiest places I’ve ever been in. Old men play cards there. Not in a cute way, though. I don’t know what is so deplorably creepy about old men playing cards, but it’s just an air they give off…trust me. This is the same sort of factually unsound theory as I have about one of our neighbors, who I suspect is a drug dealer. The source of this particular hunch: he drives his car a lot at night. And it makes that loud, intimidating motor sound…he’s definitely selling.
And who could forget this little number? Fried egg magnet.
That’s a wrap. I went for a run today in this infernal weather and probably lost about 17 pounds in sweat, so now I’m going to make a batch of brownies. Something you might not know about me: when I was a teenager, I majorly binged at night. Okay, I still do…sporadically. Once I made a whole strawberry cake, tiptoeing around the kitchen quiet as a little binge-eating mouse, ate it, and destroyed the evidence. Also I hid pop tarts in my closet. Cool.
I’m training for a half-marathon and I will eat at least three brownies tonight,
Mary Ann
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