A large and lovely old paint-by-numbers, all ready to hang in a white frame. Thank you, thrift store!
In the estate sale department these were my finds:
This tiny Mexican vintage prayer card (?) in a distressed tin frame. I LOVE IT. And the tinyness only makes it better. It's about 3½ × 5½ including the frame.
And this tiny porcelain doll, which is just under 6 inches. I have no idea why I love it the way I do, but I had to buy it. (It has chubby porcelain legs under there).
I've been trying over the years to slowly only buy the little things (decorations, art, the little loveliness that adorns my home) that I can not bear to live without. I walk away from it, only to come back to it. I circle the store in an attempt to rationalize it away. I have enough stuff – TOO MUCH stuff, in fact. But then there are these little wonders that transport me to a more creative place. I like how they feel when I hold them in my hand. I stare at them so hard on the drive home (when I'm the passenger) I almost make myself car sick, like when I read in the car.
Have I honed and perfected the skill of only buying things I will love now and the foreseeable future? NO. I am still a slave to seeing other people's homes and needing mine to be that perfect imperfection that they have achieved. But to each their own, and it's fun to discover what that means to me.
Even if you're with someone on a shopping trip and they don't see the "potential," sometimes I find that it makes my love for the object even stronger. I will truly appreciate it, even when it's a bit broken or confusing or above all else completely unnecessary.
Tonight the night air is cool and I'm actually listening to the wind rustling through the trees. If I didn't have a few deadlines crushing around me this would be a completely relaxing evening. But I am VERY happy with partially relaxing evening.
We're officially October bound!!!