thrifting goes drifting

i suppose i need to lose a foot before i'll stop thrifting. what then? this morning i turned around my usual itinerary, got myself chased by two recruiting policemen on bikes (were they suspicious of my barely visible limp?) while loafing in and out of favourite shops. a lot of dilly-dallying going on too, especially at cashier tills. i could have easily grown a third foot. (oh, eek!)

i seem to be developing a passion for wooden block letters on the spot, style boggle&co. i feel i want many, because i have a plan. when i find some, i'm downright happy.

somewhere along the line i bump into a crochet shoulderbag that someone lovingly made and the handiwork makes my heart melt,

and a tiny feather filled cushion, which on my return immediately gets claimed by son,

after lunch with (princess) donkeyskin, some plastic drawing curve utensils (coincidentially in beloved vintage colours) and a packet full of images-to-be-cut-up. almost done!

this baby should keep me off the streets of london for a while. london being my first love, but just a little too expensive at the moment, i turn to gay paris and a dutch author (jan brusse) who's walking some seven walks in paris. can't wait to follow his footsteps, to check what all has changed, publishing date going back to the seventies...

these days time is on my side for i've taken time off work to keep on renovating. on the toe side, it's healing, the black and blue way. i'm expecting the nail flying off before long. cheers everyone! for the thoughtful words in previous comments.

later this week, bell and i are taking empty booted skippy out for a whirl along the belgian coast, thrifting exactement every shop that floats our way. we live in a small country, so rural areas are easily covered as such. a little coordinated a-drifting (thanks to nicole the gps lady), and careful packing of a few americanos-on-ice, trying hard not to go about it the patsy&edina way. anticipation is a fine thing. now, sophie's flea market finds for the day.