After a month or so of avoiding the thrift stores, it has finally paid off. My friend Kathy of Klueless said my bad luck was gone and out of the way. She was right! I followed my rule of not getting a cart for fear it would not fill up. Yes, I must look like a fool juggling all my goods to the register...but I was a happy fool!
Not the plethora of Magpie Ethel, nor the distinction of Oodles and Oodles but the pleasure was all mine.
I cannot tell you how thrilled I was to find all the Whitman card packs tucked in a Tupperware bin. The Fuzzy Wuzzy Puzzle made Miss Claire smile. Price for those dear Whitman's...a cool .25 cents.
I have never seen the Uno Phonics Game before. The graphics are delightful.
Alright...I am not a Pyrex girl couldn't tell you why? But really who could pass this shade of blue? I will spare you the price. I make snowflake cookies at Christmas that will look great in this. A real glass baster mint in the can. Say no more.
This is what made the day. You all might remember my Christmas ornament. Now I have my very own real life house. Worse for the wear but it is circa 1969.
I swear this is Mrs. Brady.
She is wooden.
Sure there is a little bit of water damage but this is a memory that is tangible. I remember the ting of the bell. Snoopy's dog house on the back. The vine of roses on the fireplace. Always wondering what went in the door under the stairs? It brought a smile to my face seeing all the resemblances to my own home of today. Maybe it is okay for little girls to dream!