It had been a very stressful day. Stacey and I sat outside at Cafe Strudel's patio, tree branches scratching at the tin roof as the wind wove it's way through the fence. I sipped at a dark stout as Stacey told me not to worry. She then casually slid a cute little cardboard box with the word Handpicked on it.
For me?
I opened the box and wrapped in tissue paper was a golden bangle. It has a constant detailed pattern circulating all the way around, so intricate that my camera could not properly focus.
Thank you, Stacey! I love my beautiful bracelet.
We finished up our drinks and down the road we went to the Old Mill Antique Mall.
I remember once somebody told me that people who shop frequentley are depressed. "That's why models always look so sad in fashion ads."
This plain and nameless person may have reason to believe such a theory. But did I mention that she was very boring?
Anyway, to me there is no question about it. There is something very refreshing about looking around a store with beautiful things, and that is exactly what Stacey and I did.
Glorious gold turned out to be the color of the day when I found these sparkly pumps from the 50's. At only $20 they match my new favorite bracelet perfectly.
I was very proud of my find and as Stacey and I continued to peruse, a fellow shopper stopped me in my tracks. "Where did you find those shoes?" I gladly pointed this nice lady to the fabulous booth. I certainly hope she found something in gold, too.
