Oh, Baby

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.  

Yup.  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!

With rickshaws!

See, you would have to have bought it too!