I *heart* eBay.

These photos were taken the night before we went to this market;

At the market, we lost that Gizmo. Our first EVER favourite toy tragedy, which, you’re about to see, I couldn’t deal with.

This photo was taken five minutes ago;

Not one, but TWO Gizmos! I love you eBay.

(PS; The only new thing I have bought since the 26th of December is a bike lock for Punk’s bike, I didn’t think a second-hand bike lock would be a wise choice. I am terribly proud of passing up the new helmet & fairy accessory pack that was on clearance next to the bike locks – if it weren’t for this challenge, I wouldn’t have thought twice. The thrift gods have granted my requests for laundry hampers, a soup pot & a new broom; I’m CRUISING!)

Carrots.

I had a lovely time in the kitchen this afternoon – probably because I wasn’t actually “cooking”, I was prepping & blanching some corn & carrots from the garden to stick in the freezer; I surprised myself by enjoying the whole process.

I was not surprised that I felt the need to play with my vegetables…

Best Photo Ever.

Happy 4th Big Girl!!

I bet you didn’t know…

…that I am utensily challenged? Oh sure, you might have guessed, but you couldn’t have known for sure. Mr is too. It’s a terrible affliction that hampers our ability to use one utensil in particular; the can opener. The ones that you fit on the lip of the can with the key-like handle? Impossible to use. Automatic can openers that, one would assume from the word “automatic” in their very name would be a cinch to use? They induce fits of tin-throwing frustration. The only can opener we can use is one of the old-school variety, the stabby, pointy ones with the corkscrew on the bottom; when was the last time your average Joe even SAW one of these?

I’d wager “not recently”, because they are pain in the behind to find, which is why, a few years ago when our very last can opener was bent or broken or misplaced, we embarked on a fruitless search for another. So long was our search that we thought we’d never open a tin can again (I may be over-exaggerating ever so slightly…); until we DID stumble upon a shop that sold this humble version of can opener & we bought every one they had.

I bet you also didn’t know that they are perfect for scraping initials painted in nail polish off opped vintage Japanese mugs right? Well they are. Sorry ‘K’, they’re mine now.

To Market, To Market.

This Market, specifically.

Fangirl Alert.

Or sadgirl alert; you decide.

I found this in a drawer where I must have put it after it arrived; a Hellephant USB that I bought to help get April of Regretsy fame drunk in another country.

I’m not throwing the envelope out though, because, although you might think the signature on there is unintelligible, I think it’s ‘April Winchell’, fo’sho, & I’m calling it an autograph. Sure, she “forgot” that April starts with an ‘A’ & doesn’t have two ‘L’s, & that ‘Winchell’ has an ‘i’ in it, but what do you expect from an alcoholic on too many prescription meds? I’m willing to cut her some slack.

Pretend you’re not jealous.

Sky Watch.

I looked outside yesterday afternoon & saw that the light was saturated yellow.

When I went out I was utterly in awe of the sky – so different & amazing in every direction, so I grabbed Punk & the camera & we watched for a while…