So yesterday I get this lovely text message saying "I'm here!" etc, etc" and I responded back WRONG NUMBER and went on my merry way. Then it hit me. And I looked at the text again and this time scrolled down to the bottom where it said "xoxo, Anna." DOH! I totally forgot that Anna, yes THEE Thimbleanna, was in New York and I told her to call me so we could meet up! I frantically called her back and she was nice and gracious and I felt like a big jerk. Sadly, I wasn't able to meet Anna this time due to an all day meeting but I PROMISE that I will meet her next time come hell or, well, you know. :) So Anna, so sorry for the RUDE text LOL! I swear I had been up for 2 days at that point. Can't wait until the next time!
So now how about something I can do right? THRIFTING.
I convinced my Mom to run out quickly with me on Sunday to hit a few thrifts before Luis and I made our drive back to New York. Our first stop was a Goodwill that had a $25 price tag on a severely chipped ceramic rabbit that I would bet wasn't more than 5 years old. Sometimes I worry about the state of thrifting in this country, too. It was a pretty disappointing trip until I hit the linen section:
I love linen tea towels, I suppose at this point I collect them! These are some of the nicest I have found and at only 50 cents a piece, a real bargain. The Butter Molds and the Rooster are my favorites and definite keepers but the others may make their way into swap packages or give aways. I also found a small tin and some nice thank you cards for reasonable prices, too.
Onto the Village Thrift which tends to usually produce some goods for me but this was a Sunday which is certainly not my favorite time to hit the stores. This store, and some others I suppose, only restocks during the week and has a sale on Saturdays which leads to "slim pickins" Sunday morning. I scored some jewelry (I've been collecting some old bits here and there in hopes of making a nice charm bracelet for myself) and these two gems:
The "I Love Grandma" apron is handmade and I'm not sure of the age. It's in perfect condition except for a small hole in the band where the thrift store put a tag on it (grumble grumble) I think it's adorable with those pink stripes! The fabric in the back is vintage Waverly called "Villa d'Este" which means East Villageand is funny because I used to live there. I know it's not that funny but still. I like to look for karma in the thrift store. ;) I've been considering reopening the Goodness Shop on Etsy to sell some of the vintage fabric and trim I've picked up along the way and this piece might end up there. Do people buy that stuff on Etsy? I just don't feel like dealing with Ebay.
As always, Mom did not disappoint with the pile of goodies she'd thrifted for me since my last visit and I brought home this stash:
See the vintage bride and groom in the back there? My Mom said "I got this for you because who else would want it?" Um okay. I think some of you would have snatched them up, too, right? The "Greetings from New York" hankie is a weird nylon but I like it anyway. :) Way in the back is a faux copper cone to hang on the wall. The paper coasters in the box say "Made in England" and have a price sticker of $1 from Hutzler's Department Store on them. The round coasters are from some Pennsylvania Dutch restaurant and are pretty funny.
The "Spritz the Lawn" one cracks me up for some reason. There is also one about a plump wife that makes me worry about the Dutch, too. ;) Here is a site where they have translated Dutch Proverbs into English and some will have you laughing out loud, like "His moon is already breaking the clouds" and "If all fools could fly, the sun would be eclipsed forever." And still others that will leave you scratching your head, like "It's raining pipe stems" and "Tasty is just one finger long." Sitting her typing this I am realizing that I think I linked to this site before. I certainly remember making the bold statement of working "Nou breekt mijn klomp" (That breaks my wooden shoe) into everyday conversation. So now I guess sometimes all of you will worry about me, too. ;)
So just remember, "If a beard were a sign of wisdom, the he-goat would be the wisest."
Until the next time . . .