Today we went back to the Market. (Yes, I took two books like I promised.) We got some produce, bread, a lemonade, and a ceramic pain-it-yourself train night light cover for me to make with Nicholas later this week. That trip, which only lasted about 15 minutes, went fairly smoothly, so I decided to stop at the thrift store on the way home.
I was looking for glassware to add to my expanding collection of apothecary jars. (I made 4 more last week with jars & dessert glasses I got at our church yard sale for a grand total of $2.50) I struck out with the glassware, but I did score a lamp, drop leaf table, and a sweater that I plan to re-purpose & I managed to stay under my unofficial $20 weekly budget. I’ll tell you more about those later when my projects are finished, but I had to share a cute story…
While we were in Goodwill I was pushing the cart full of my finds, carrying the baby, and Nicholas was walking “like a big boy.”- His words. Naturally, being a three-year-old, he was drawn to the shelf full of toddler toys. I was trying to coax him across the store to see if I could find the kind of white sweater I wanted for my next Pottery Barn knock-off project. (I did find it after 20 minutes of searching, saying “Nick? Come stand with Mommy, please.” and a trip to the bathroom.)
Anyway, his response to my nagging was “Mommy, I have to stay right here. I’m looking for my treasures.” Then we would walk past something like a plaid hat & he would say “Oh, there’s a treasure.” It was quite adorable. The funny thing is that I don’t think he picked this up from me, I don’t remember using that word to refer to my flea market finds. I still didn’t let him buy anything, since we had just gotten the night light at the Market, but it’s nice to have a little guy who can see “treasures” at the Goodwill.