I was recently faced with with
a best day....worst day conundrum.
I discovered an amazing vintage metallic clutch buried beneath a pile of sad-looking linens at a thrift store.
Had someone stashed it??
Was it hiding from some unknown fate?
Or maybe it was waiting just for me?
Me and my $8.
Yes, $8.
I snatched that shimmery delight out of the mess so quickly I released a giant cloud of dust, animal hair and Lord-knows-what into the air.
I had a flashback to the character from Peanuts (remember him?) With his thumb-sucking, blanket-dragging and the cloud of dirt that always surrounded him.
But I digress...
The remainder of the day was lost in the dreary doldrums of errands, but I had a glow about me—because I'd found a treasure in a pile of discarded sheets and smelly towels.
When I finally landed home I grabbed my prize and
admired it lovingly....gorgeous, shiny, vintage chic.
For $8.
Best. Day. Ever.
I inspected my new beauty a bit further and found a tiny knick on the corner,
which I choose to believe adds character.
It says: "Hey...I'm old. I made it to 2012 and now I have a new life among other cherished (and overpriced?) handbags in a closet that smells of lavender and eucalyptus
(great natural insect/mold repellants).
Before placing my treasure in its new home I decided to sneak a peak inside as they always used such lovely coloured silk linings back in the day.
I clicked open my magic little darling—and there it was.
Staring at me.
Antenna twitching. Shiny shell glistening.
A cockroach.
He also seemed quite pleased with his new home.
Best day....Worst Day.
__________________________________ Why not look your best every day?
