...and I buy tchotchke.
I promised no more junque. But this little hand just waved at we. "Hello, pretty girl. You look like you could use a pick-me-up. So why don't you just pick me up?"
And at fifty cents, she may make the "best of" list for 2011 if she plays her (pun alert) hand right.
Now this one I can't explain. I'm not a sampler kind of girl, but I live in a friendly house by the side of the road. Maybe that's all I need to make questionable decisions.
Many times I find the story behind the object d'art more fascinating than the object itself. Or at least the story I make up. When I picked this one up in all her duct-taped, vintage papered glory, I knew there were plenty of good stories this piece could help me tell.
Incidentally one of the Valentines in my last post is signed "Estella" so you can only imagine the stories I'm making up!
The sampler could make a cute housewarming gift for the right person (and at only $7 I don't feel terrible about this purchase). I've got some nerve considering another piece for myself given the piles of unhung art piling up around here.