goodwill hunting

Our little sun loving kielbasa was in hog heaven yesterday as he rode about in the easy bake oven that is my car on sunny cold winter days. Sitting high in his backseat snoozer, Baxter has perfected the art of car riding, barking at strangers who wave at him when we are at a stoplight, taking occasional drinks of water from a plastic cup mounted in his wally world cupholder, and alternating between lying under and lying on top of his bright red down throw.

Yesterday's errands took us to the parking lot of a nearby mall, so I could meet up with a customer who wanted to buy another purse. After our encounter, it only seemed fair that if I had already de-hagged and gotten dressed for the civilized world, that Baxter and I would go the long way home and visit some fabric stores and goodwills in search of creative candy to add to my ever growing stash of inspiration.

When Baxter accompanies me on my journeys, I try to park in sunny spots where I know I can still see little chumley, and from the Goodwill store window I could tell that Baxter was fine, gently baking and looking much like a Pillsbury crescent roll being browned and plumped by the oven heat.

I checked out with a fine haul of goods a grand selection of vintage and not so vintage silk and poly neckties in super swell shades of red, green, blue and cream, with a heavily textured red cotton knit sweater thrown into the mix. Totally inspiring eye candy for me that I immediately dumped onto the floor to photograph when we came home. But a total disappointment for little Poppin Fresh, who kindly intruded on my efforts as if to tell me that he would have preferred something more edible. Next time, mom, let's buy rawhide, ok?