Seriously. If you stand on Route 66, just a couple miles from my house, you could throw one stone and hit at least 5 or 6 antique malls/thrift store/trading posts. It is ridiculous. And really worrisome to Brian. And when I went to go make a grocery store run the other day (by myself), I found my car just magically steering itself into the parking lot of a massive antique mall. And then 2 hours just got sucked out of my day quicker than you can say "Bob's your uncle." I actually have an Uncle Bob, so I can say this without irony. Kind of.
I think I mentioned my trip to the antique mall on facebook, and now I've had a few friends ask to see my treasures. And I will gladly comply!
Jennifer, on correctly guessing vintage books from my last post! Fletcher loves both of these books. I love that Cars and Trucks was illustrated by our beloved Richard Scarry, but is completely different from what we are used to seeing from him! $1 each.}
I also bought something that I didn't bring home. Because I broke it. It was a sugar and creamer set that I was not even interested in. But if you have ever been to an antique mall, then you know how some booths are stacked to the gills and you have to dig around a little. Well, I just walked up to this booth, and of course as soon as I touched one little thing, a whole domino effect went into action. I scrambled around the booth, catching this and that, grabbing falling items with my cat-like reflexes, but it was no use. And an older man was standing near me, whispering, "Run. RUN!" But I can't do that. Growing up Catholic, guilt is practically a hobby. So I marched up to the front with the broken creamer pitcher in hand, and they took one look at me and said, "Oh, was that YOU making all that racket?" Uh, yes, obviously. So yep, bought that too. $3.