Next, I had to deal with a snack-food-related emergency: it came to my attention via pitiful inquiry ("Mommy," said the child reading a book, "What does a Twinkie taste like?") that none of the children had tried certain classic cakies. So I got a pack each of four things. Divided five ways (well, six---but only because it's easier to divide in half and then in thirds, certainly NOT because I WANT a share), they'll be the perfect Trying It size.
This next item is super boring, but I tell you about it anyway because this is the first time in my life I have purchased invisible socks. In MY day, we wore two pairs of extra-bulk slouch socks and wondered if adding a third might improve the effect. Below-the-ankle socks (often with pom-poms) were for DORKY MOTHERS. (...Wait a minute.)
THEN, we went to a used furniture store. On a table was a packet of Victorian cat notecards, and I said, "Oh, hey! Sure, yeah, I'll buy these." Then I took one out...and they were postcards. POSTCARDS.
...I can tell you are not feeling the stunned delight I felt. I was nearly dazzled. You will just have to imagine something similar that would make you feel the same way: you're in a consignment shop, you see something that you like just enough to buy it. And then you see it's ACTUALLY something ELSE---something that, had you known it was in the shop, you would have run across the store panting in a way that alarmed other shoppers, instead of casually accidentally almost not even seeing it there. (Afterward I felt uncomfortably as if I needed to carefully go over THE ENTIRE STORE, just in case I'd missed MORE.) Here's the set, as I first saw it:
|Oh, nice. Sure, I'll buy that for $3!|
And here are the postcards laid out (two are missing from the set), and then a closer view of some of them:
Anyway. Very exciting. For me.