For your viewing pleasure:
My dear friend Liz who introduced us to the quaint town of Robinson, IL and all its charms.
Liz and Amber, who have been great friends and sisters in Christ to me over the years--even The Years of Bad Hair. Now that's friendship!
Do you need a home? My real estate company beckons you! Who even knew I was competent enough to sell real estate? Haha.
Jami, this one's for you. I don't know if any of you Bloggerotsky love some Southern Gospel music, but this Kingsmen album is like Jesus with a jukebox.
I'm holding a Scottie Dog gravy boat.
You read that last sentence right. I assure you.
Liz rockin' the Quail Creek hat.
Every season is poncho season!
She looks like a creeper. Don't worry, I told her that myself.
What a TREASURE.
Amber's classy piggy bank find.
Here piggy piggy.
SOOOOIE.
That looks like a Sunday church hat.
Liz, what big eyes you have!
Me Hearty Liz. This be pleasin' to me eye.
I wish it would have been a watermelon. Like Baby in Dirty Dancing: "I carried a watermelon."
Strawberry just doesn't have the same ring to it.
The fundamentalist response to the Feminine Mystique. The three of us read it aloud and laughed all the way home. It says in one portion of the book that all women have to do is "obey your husband." No reference to as he obeys Jesus or anything! It was slightly appaling to us and sweet Amber (who is a great wife in my opinion) said, "Well, I guess I can stop reading my Bible and praying now. I'll just ask Tracy from now on." Of course, she was being tongue-in-cheek. I'll have to blog some of the more ridiculous things in the book.
SEMPER PARATUS, girls.
So I haven't gotten around to telling you too much about this, but I never learned to ride a bike without training wheels as a kid. Seth decided it was time for me to learn, and there are pictures and videos to come regarding this endeavor. When I found out about the bike I decided to look for a helmet and SHAZAM!
Look at that creepy Barbie eyeing me as I take a necklace.
All that with a bow on top. hah!
Birdcage veil is not my best look. I'll file it away in my memory bank.
"Betty White's Guide to Dancing" or something like that. Too bad Liz didn't get a pic of the page where she told us how TO dance. Since now I know how NOT to and all.
You have no idea, Buddy.
Creepy lurker doll and a nice photo of Liz's moccasins.
They should call it "That Girl's Laws of Life"
Wow.
The only OBLONG in the whole wide world, I'm told.
Trekking through the weeds with determination. Amber took this pic from Liz's sunroof.
That's one awkward facial expression.
It was great and very cheap fun and I hope you'll let me know in the comments the best treasure you've ever found in a flea market!
4 comments:
laur, i had a BLAST with you.
and i LOVE you.
cheers to many more thrifting adventures, toots.
I know this may not carry much weight to some, but I found this amazing cashmere sweater at a thrift store for 5 bucks. Folks, 100% cashmere. It was tagged as Banana Republic, mind you.. I actually saw that same sweater in the store years before and loved it.. but it was obnoxiously priced! There's something about a soft sweater that fits in all the proper places that makes me smile! :)
I had a roommate at VU from Oblong, IL. I think that the time she said it was classified as a village, not big enough to be a town.
That looks like so much fun!!! I love stuff like that! I have a friend that is from Robinson and my roommate in college at Eastern Illinois Univ. was from Olney, Il (home of the white squirrel) which isn't far from Robinson!
Thanks for sharing!! :)
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