The sun is shining and I needed stuff to make dinner and wasn't in too much of a rush to finally stop at the thrift shop I've been driving past for months. Here in our small town it looks like the line between "thrift store" and "antique mall" and "video rental store that also sells random crap"
is very blurred.
There was some pretty eye candy to be found in the antique mall and now I've got a sudden urge to buy myself a toy iron. It might have been this toy iron, except for that chipped horse head.
I remember having a toy iron and ironing board when I was little, and I remember Grandpa clipping off the electrical prongs. Which makes me both wonder if it was at one point a functional iron and wish that we'd hung onto it. The ironing board was around forever and might possibly be in my attic, but the iron is long gone.
This antique quilt was in absolutely awful condition, but that pink sashing and border pulled me across the room to take a look at it. I didn't want to unfold it to get a look a the whole thing, not when I was in no way interested in becoming its next owner, but I had to get a picture of that wide scalloped border.
Some days, you just need some pretty vintage eye candy to make the world seem happier.