Woke up today with the best of intentions to be productive. Last night I was motivated to make things and get busy. I also spied a cool estate sale up the street listed on Craiglist. It boasted 80 years of ESTATE sale items, including: lots of vintage, watches, Lovely Victorian Ladies Needlework and/or Crochet Handbags,Victorian Braided Hair Mourning Watch Fob, and a great collection of Victorian to 1930s Laces, Collars, and trims. Victorian Bloomers, Underskirts, and some blouses, several yards of the most beautiful black Belgian Lace, lots of crocheted and tatted items, embroidery and other needlework, and a collection of art deco clown powder boxes.
I had decided on Friday night, that all the good stuff was probably snatched up already and that it would be a waste to go Saturday.
BUT, then my pal Taylor had to text, DOILIES EVERYWHERE!! get your butt over to this estate sale up the hill. PLUS it's now half off everything!
Damn, productive plans halted. Doilies!? Why did you have to mention the delicate dainty tattered 80 year old doilies. Who can resist boxes and boxes of pretty pretty?
So, I ended up buying myself :
1. a 100 year old ring for $10 dollars! That's right I am marrying myself.
Don't freak out quite yet, I barely bought anything at this sale. I am not collecting more crap. I plan on using some of this to make stuff. I promise.