Thursday, T.W. and I went to the Mooresville NC area to get our marriage license.
Afterwards we went into a really neat antique store. These plates caught my eye, but my wallet wouldn't allow for anything "frivolous." As just about everything in there was. Junk some might think, but to me it was all "me." I like worn, used, loved, and useful or just pretty things. Just not TONS of it. A few focal pieces like these plates on the wall in a room or bathroom are enough to give a person something to look at, but not enough to distract them.
I think T.W. secretly wanted these. They're men's cologne bottles in the shape of dueling pistols. Avon, now why don't you make these any more!? (Well, I'm kind of glad they don't. the cologne smelled awful)
Ever since I started watching American Pickers, I've kept my eye out for bigger vintage coke and other brand products. If I could do what those guys do for a year I think I'd be very happy.
Now this is some junk I CAN'T handle.
My room is filled with college things, wedding gifts and crafting and clothes and books and papers and my wedding dress. Somehow my bed surfaces when I need to go to bed, but otherwise I try to avoid being in here as much as possible. Thank GOODNESS T.W. moves into the apartment this week so I can start moving my stuff out of here. I need some clean area for my sanity these next couple weeks!
Oh, and the person who's counting says it's 18.2 days.
Freak out commences.