I went to my favorite thrift store today after getting my hair cut (short and sexy- I'd like to think ;) . Some days I go in to the Classic Shop and find nothing. Other days, like today, suddenly EVERYTHING appeals to me. I had stopped in today because yesterday I had found a badly yellowed print of some blue jays in a chipping paint frame and set it back down. Today I found, to my chagrin, that someone had claimed the whole box of frames "my" print was in (@10 cents!) I vowed never to put down another 10 cents item that called my name, no matter how questionable it looked. So today I shopped with purpose. I first lingered and rationalized over a stack of crackled plates with pretty gold designed rims (@10 cents) and next to them crackled and stained saucers (@ 5 cents) and their matching dessert bowls (@ 5 cents). I immediately pounced on a stack of hand crocheted doilies that echoed the colors on the saucers and then decided, what the heck, I would get all of the dishes and carried them up to the counter. A brief trip to the back of the shop and a quick rummage through some old clothing patterns rewarded me with vintage models to alter and possibly marry somehow with my doilies and saucers. It is all still steeping in my brain. I laughed at myself as I thought about the things I was buying- dishes, doilies and dress patterns. Completely unrelated items except that they all started with the letter "D"- and spoke to me. Simply irrisistible!