i paid a visit to my grammie yesterday after work
{she had some books to donate to my church's book drive for invisible children}
and on my way home,
i caught a glimpse of a glorious antique shop . . .
grammie lives by nh's antique alley
which makes for near car accidents if one is very
distracted by such lovely roadside sites.
anyway,
since i didn't have time to stop and peruse,
i was left to stalk anthro
for all things beautiful-but-not-really-antiques.
i feel kind of like rachel in
that mustard yellow phone is particularly enticing.
good grief.
it's fortunate i have amazing willpower, no space
and am lacking thousands of extra dollars to
to purchase tons of new furniture.
otherwise,
there would be anthropologie mayhem.


ughhh,
1 comment:
a - the title of this post is amazing.
b - antiques / things that feel antique are my downfall.
c - the boy & i are going to buy coffee and go wander around a giant flea market sat morning together...and i fear what might come home with us!
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