(warning : this post contains pictures from my local thrift store)
first and foremost,
thank you most kindly for your lovely birthday wishes!
you have been most thoughtful to me and my 42 year old self.
yesterday was a most peachy perfect day indeed.
Debbie's secretive secret work in the shed's kitchen
resulted in the most loveliest of lovely birthday cakes
complete with Cadbury's chocolate buttons.
we decided as it is not every day one turns 42,
it would be perfectly acceptable for us to not only
go to the local vintage mall,
but then pottle on down to the thrift store.
it seemed a most decadent thing to do...
and it certainly was a jolly good job we did
soon after entering the vintage mall
we stumbled across a little lost soul,
the little lost soul appeared most bewildered
upon close inspection it appeared his bewilderment was warranted.
his little pull along thread had been cut!!
'gasp, shock and a little bit of horror'
"little lost doggie, do not cry nor be bewildered any longer,
come home with me to mossy shed
where i think i have a friend who will make you feel most at home."
and indeed since arriving back at the shed
little lost doggie with the cut off string is settling in most nicely.
Carlos my trusty camera, insisted on coming to the thrift store.
he felt it most important to capture the true size of my thrifty local,
for my lovely dearest readers.
as we were pottling around trying to get the best angle
it soon became clear we needed to disguise our intent,
therefore other thrifty folks would not think us complete bonkers.
pushing a cart along with us and filling it with goodies
seemed the perfect foil...
a nylon 'granny bed cover' kept distracting me from taking photos.
Debbie said i could ignore it no longer
it was speaking to me in the only way a granny chic item can.
i 'ummmed' and i 'ahhhhed'
then i thought
"well tis my first official day of being 42"
after making my monumental decision
we popped the contents of our cart
back on the shelves of despair,
(except for a few lovelies)
apologizing as we went about it.
Carlos then did his bit and we left homeward bound.
today it would appear Mr Lurgy has turned his attention to Debbie.
it is a horribly horrible thing to think Mr Lurgy
will now get a free ride on British Airways
and think of all those poor dearies in their seats
unknowingly becoming best friends with Mr Lurgy.
gosh he truly is a rotten scoundrel
we have tried to not think about such awfulness
and instead donned our 'elf workshop' hats.
Debbie has been in charge of cutting, pasting, typing and folding laundry,
i have been in charge of running around the shed like a headless chicken,
trying to find my 'dottie angel' workshop hat...
Debbie kindly ignored my headless state of mind
alas tomorrow my soul sister leaves and despite my heavy heart,
i must spend my day wisely
finishing up getting all my dottie angel goodness together
in preparation for this forthcoming friday
she is thinking next week will be a grand week to look back on her handcrafted secondhand year ~ Tif