While Jack was at my mom's house on Saturday, Dave and I spent a fair amount of time running around hunting for a milk glass collection for Sammi's godparents as a thank you gift. (A weird thank you gift perhaps, but I hope it will be sentimental to her godmother, who has fond memories of her own grandpa's collections.)
We stopped at a garage sale that started at 7 am at well past noon and there was this dollhouse, still waiting for us.
It's not perfect, but I had one of these as a child that my own grandpa bought for me at the auction one Saturday. (I loved going to the auction with my grandparents, born and bred on junking I am!)
As we were loading it in the car a woman stopped us and told us she had one of those as a child too. She was reliving her memories with us when she said she was going to cry and asked if she could touch it. A little strange, lol, but whatever. (As long as you don't ask to touch the baby it's all good with me!)
I am pleased as punch that now Sammi will have one too. (Jack declared it a "cool farmhouse" when he saw it late that night. He attempted to spend the night at Oma's house and we had to go collect at 9 pm. Just as I expected we would, ha.)
I also picked up a little vintage book...
with sweet graphics.
And a frame for the hall of frames. Which is overflowing. I must stop my obsession with frames or start culling the herd.
Difficult choices there.
It's 80 degrees again and I am attempting to paint a pile of projects with Sammi while Jack is at kindy. I think I am going to need a lot of luck to get anything done!