on saturday it was raining cats and dogs outside and inside the thriftstore, it was raining russian floral scarves. i had no intention of going to the thriftstore but i felt the calling and so i did.
i could only stand in wonder as i turned the aisle to discover not one but three in all their dazzling colourful beauty. two of shawl size and one of piano size, waiting patiently for me on the racks of despair
after months of watching from afar, be it on Ebay or Etsy it was as though i had been guided by the thrifting gods up above. as i admired their charms for many a long time, in my head i saw cushions, curtains and bags crafted from their peachy patterns but alas, now i have these sweeties in my crafty mitts, i cannot quite bring myself to snippity snip into their perfect ways. so for now, they will shine brightly on our landing until such a day comes when i pluck up the courage to dabble with them...
