For some explicable reason, I keep buying things meant for a baby. I am not having a baby. That "Grandma" word will not be in my vocabulary for years. Yet, when I see something destined for a baby or a child, I must have it.
In the past week I have bought an assortment of squeaky baby toys plus the following:
A Fisher Price TV with GIANT SCREEN as it says on top. It still works and plays music. I went to a new to me Goodwill yesterday and found absolutely nothing. But, on the way out the door, I glanced in the glass case and saw this shoved to the back of the case. Luckily, it also happened to be half off - so I was happy to have found it.
When I work at the Flea market, I am not often tempted to buy anything because not much of it is my style. I have the only completely vintage booth in the store, but more and more vintage items are popping up in other booths. Today, one booth had a clothesline across the back of their booth with the most adorable doll clothes hanging on it. I would have loved to have grabbed them all, but I limited myself to two pieces.
This tiny little hand knit sweater was too sweet to leave for someone else.
Tiny and pink complete with a wee wire hanger.
What else could you want?
Well, I'll tell you.
How about the absolute sweetest little feed sack dress.
Complete with Rickshaws.
I loved it at first sight. Then, when I got it home I discovered the Pièce de résistance.
Are you ready?
Built in undies!
See, you would have to have bought it too!