Polly tells me today it's "not scary, it's beautiful". That's what i think too.
As I trawl through the dusty old books and kitchen wares, Polly always manages to find the smallest toy she can and begs me to take it home.
*A doily table runner
*A beautiful painted vase
*An Indian trinket box
*A warm puffy vest (for me)
*2 Tupperware containers
*4 other seal able containers
*A step for Polly to use in the bathroom
*Good Housekeeping Cookbook - Published in 1925
All for the measly sum of $5
We got home and Polly cleaned up her new step to show off to Dada when he got home.
What I'm listening to: Polly calling me Carolyn, not Mama
What I'm reading: Old school recipes for puddings
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