Shopping!
There's a huge indoor antiques market up the road. Lost yesterday afternoon there.
Spent $177.
A lovely black mermaid doll for Bunny - $48
1st edition 1954 Leslie Charteris - $25
And with the other $104 I got
2 pairs of shoes
2 long sleeve tops
4 vintage shirts
1 skirt
1 Edgar Rice Burroughs I've never seen before
Best day's shopping ever. Of course, now I have to buy a new bag to carry it all home. *headdesk*
I am enjoying my new book so much, I used to lap this stuff up when I was a teenager.
A French police inspector, looking at The Saint -
The sight of the tall broad-shouldered figure sprawled with such impudent grace in his shabby armchair made a mockery of the conventional stiffness of the room, just as the casual elegance of its clothing afronted the hard-worn dilapidation of the furniture; the warm bronze of the preposterously handsome face seemed to bring its own sun into the dingy room, whispering outlandish heresies of open skies and wide places where the wind blew; and because of this man the office seemed more cramped and drab and dustier than ever, and the gloom of it touched the soul of its proper occupent.
Hee!
It took me a couple of pages of handling the book carefully to remember that this was published when books were made to last, instead of being made to fall apart after 3-4 reads. *fondles book lovingly*
Also, I used to have this fantasy where I slashed Simon with an OMC handsome blond cousin, who was really me a Mary Sue. He was tanned and wore cut-off denim shorts and not much else and I think Simon picked him up hitchhiking. I can't remember how that tied in with them being cousins, maybe there was more than one fantasy.
Spent $177.
A lovely black mermaid doll for Bunny - $48
1st edition 1954 Leslie Charteris - $25
And with the other $104 I got
2 pairs of shoes
2 long sleeve tops
4 vintage shirts
1 skirt
1 Edgar Rice Burroughs I've never seen before
Best day's shopping ever. Of course, now I have to buy a new bag to carry it all home. *headdesk*
I am enjoying my new book so much, I used to lap this stuff up when I was a teenager.
A French police inspector, looking at The Saint -
The sight of the tall broad-shouldered figure sprawled with such impudent grace in his shabby armchair made a mockery of the conventional stiffness of the room, just as the casual elegance of its clothing afronted the hard-worn dilapidation of the furniture; the warm bronze of the preposterously handsome face seemed to bring its own sun into the dingy room, whispering outlandish heresies of open skies and wide places where the wind blew; and because of this man the office seemed more cramped and drab and dustier than ever, and the gloom of it touched the soul of its proper occupent.
Hee!
It took me a couple of pages of handling the book carefully to remember that this was published when books were made to last, instead of being made to fall apart after 3-4 reads. *fondles book lovingly*
Also, I used to have this fantasy where I slashed Simon with an OMC handsome blond cousin, who was really me a Mary Sue. He was tanned and wore cut-off denim shorts and not much else and I think Simon picked him up hitchhiking. I can't remember how that tied in with them being cousins, maybe there was more than one fantasy.