
imagine this. dragging your weary body home after a full day of fourth grade, you find what appears to be a small garage sale on your front porch. at first i thought my lover must have received an order for work. but then i noticed the boxes were all open, and inside were little shiny bits of treasure peeking out at me...my kind of treasure!

sparkly treasure!

shimmery treasure!

look at those tiny little molds!

vintage baubles!

little lovelies!

glittery fruit, for pete's sake!

oh so sweet vintage trims!

my mind was racing, where could this have come from!!??
well...it took awhile, but i was able to track down my flea market fairy godmother!
i have a huge smile on my face, cj. bless your pea pickin' heart.
what a totally happy day!
























