Hugh Would Tell You That This Is Why I Can't Be Left Alone; I Beg to Disagree

Hugh is spending the weekend in Neighboring City, where he is officiating at a two-day baseball tournament. The children have been kind enough to let him stay over night with them at the house, which, has left me to my own devices here in Petticoat Junction.

"My devices" apparently translates into "thrifting trip to the antique store in Pixler", where I spent a good deal of time sorting through the various treasures housed within its walls.

One of my favorite sections of the store is the Wallflower Vintage Boutique, located in the attic; its stocked with vintage hats, handbags, and clothing, and I always see something that reminds me of my childhood.

This trip, I found a long, quilted skirt that reminded me of something my mom must have had at some point; the texture of the fabric triggered a vague recollection, although the pattern of the fabric was unfamiliar...

I also spotted this shantung silk caftan that immediately brought to mind the series Bewitched, specifically the character of Endora, Samantha's mother and Darren's meddling Mother-in-Law...

...she totally would have worn this.

The view of the store from the attic gives you a pretty good idea of why I can wander about for such a long periods of time...

...and, the displays draw you in, begging you to open drawers, thumb through old books (the inscriptions in some of them are priceless), and, tap the keys on an old typewriter...

...ultimately, I left the store with another vintage camera. Now, Hugh would ask: did I need another vintage camera? Yes, yes, I did (In my defense, I didn't own one this small; it's freaking adorable!)...

...and two vintage Noritake platters that closely resemble the pattern that I have been collecting for years. One of the platters is a titch chipped, but, the price was right ($5, couldn't pass that up), and, the platters are quite large, which means they will be useful for a variety of purposes (Hugh just rolled his eyes so hard, I'm certain he saw brain matter).

This morning, I am headed to Neighboring City, to ride bikes with Queen B and to catch the Man-Cub's baseball game, before we all reunite with Hugh for dinner. Tomorrow, it's back to the grind of Day Job, hardware store chores, and household drudgery, so; I sure am glad I had some time to recharge in my happy place (if Mama ain't happy, ain't no one happy, amiright? I'm right, Hugh).