42 and 1 day...

(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'

i said

"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