every time i go to the gynosaurus i get "girl, you'll be a woman...soon" in my head

town wide yard sale (this is what people do in the rural suburbs, apparently) would have resulted in unabashed glee if we were scouting for child paraphernalia...those two words together kinda creep me out. we found a few things and brought sully, the hyperactive and adorably dimwitted bratwurst with us:

 i got assorted odds and ends:

bracelet

tray. no idea what i'll use it for but it was absolutely imperative that i have it.

ack! decorative balls i always swore six ways to steve guttenberg that i would never ever buy. *snicker* balls.

i got these amazingly awesome 1970s paint by numbers at an antique store two weekends ago:

annnnnnnnnnd...later today was....consignment store madness!!!!

snake necklace!

rad bag. true? true.

ring (shot taken on the paint splattered ladder currently in our den that i was using to hang curtains).

published in 1940. AMAZING.

poopy pic but: hair clips

i ended my day taking pictures in a cremation cemetery. obviously.

i have more on my mind than i would particularly enjoy digging into right now. a faith kindle, somewhat brought about by the amazon electronic has been weighing on me among scores of other issues. another day.