So, last night before visiting with a friend (hi betsy!), I had a few minutes to spare. I could have gone to the grocery store alone, the pharmacy, or a dozen other errands that would have been much easier to do by myself. But no. I went to the thrift store. Of course. But oh, am I glad that I did. Besides scoring some much needed and just right sized kiddo clothes/shoes, I also found what's above--that great old tie for Steve, an old English Composition book (I love those), cool green planter, lots o' rick rack, and some linens. Not bad...but then. BUT THEN!
But then I found these. Three, brand new, in the original packaging vintage pajama sets. For $3 a piece. Oh. My. God. But then something bizarre happened where I talked myself into only buying one of them (the middle set), you know, to save money (huh?). Yeah...that was a bad call. Once I left the store, I couldn't stop thinking about the other two pair. I even dreamt about it. And so first thing this morning, I gathered the babes and there we were when the store opened--in our own pajamas with breakfast still in hand--to get the other two sets. I think I was even breathing funny until I saw that they were still there. Phew. Did I mention that they fit me *perfectly*? And yes...I do know how very, very lucky I am. Thank you, oh Goddess of Thrifting. Thank you!