Boy, it's been a long time since I've been to the flea market. Hopefully, I haven't missed out on that special something I didn't know I even needed or wanted, but the fact is I just never know. Things like this swell modern doxie, that I found at a flea market in New York City, before my crafty fingers took flight, before tiny chumley came into our lives and before I seriously cut down on collecting doxie stuff.
I have no idea why it is I like the stuff that I do, or why I need such things in our home, but here I am, surrounded by the likes of doxies real and forever cast in a variety of mediums, by fabric and buttons and dye, by rusty weird things that I find really interesting. And by a little boyfriend and husband that let me be who I am no matter how many piles accumulate around them.
In all these gifts, I am eternally grateful. I can't wait to get back home this evening. :)