due to a rescheduled field trip that had the kiddos at preschool this morning, i found myself with 2 hours to myself. 2 HOURS, PEOPLE! before children, i never could have comprehended the value of a few spare moments of free time - and the get those hours in daylight, well that is brilliant. so this morning after dropping the littles off for their fun, i had a bit of fun as well. instead of mopping the hardwood floors (i swear i'll get right on that after i finish this post), and instead of paying the bills (right after mopping, i promise), i went thrifting - yay!
i am in search of a few wooden chairs for our sunroom to accompany a fabulous vintage cardtable the hub has had since we were dating. the girls have been using it as lego central up top and their clubhouse underneath. i think a few chairs will create a lovely little morning spot for coffee and brainstorming for our summer days ahead. but i'm in no hurry and just enjoy the rush of possibly finding something special like fabric, vintage handsewn bibs, and a summer blouse for a certain purple loving daughter of a certain gingham loving mama.
i did, however, come across something at one of the shops that i feel crosses the line :: a "personal massager" (ahem). really? REALLY??? ok, let's think this through... someone was putting together a bag of stuff to donate and thought this was appropriate? that would be the first faulty checkpoint. and someone - an employee of the store - decided it would be appropriate to put it out with the small appliances? we have a breach here, people. i can only hope they didn't know what it was. and that they washed their hands after they touched it.
i mean, seriously.
*deep breaths* on a lighter note ::
because i couldn't bring myself to end a post with such a grossout. xoxo
