The snow fell steadily while we were out and about, but it looked way more spectacular stretched across the farm-dotted Amish landscape than it does plopped across the roof of my car (which I dug out AGAIN yesterday when I got home. Ugh.). Did I take photos of any of the postcard-perfect scenery? Of course not. That would make too much sense.
But I did catch a couple of shots of our thrifting in action.
Jean was on a mission to find inexpensive turquoise vintage Ball canning jars. You know how it is when you have something specific in mind and then you can never find it? Well, apparently that doesn’t happen to her. She found a treasure trove at the Green Dragon
She scooped up the best of the blues as fast as her hands could scoop.
I exercised tremendous restraint. For the most part. I picked up a couple of milk glass pieces.
The hobnail piece is Fenton and more my thing, but there’s something about the larger piece I liked. I’m hoping the wide mouth will make for a nice flower arrangement; if not, it may be returning to a thrift store near you!
These little butter knives were too cute to pass up. A good deal for a set of six, and I think they’ll polish up well:
I know I promised that I would ease up on tchotchke purchases this year, but I think this little guy winked at me. And he was only $1. So how could I leave him on the shelf? Plus, I’m planning on using him as a cake topper (but am secretly hoping to keep him).
The only downsides of the trip? Seeing this gigantic painting at one of our stops (which I think may give me recurring nightmares) and finding an olive in my margarita.