What A Bust

What. A. Bust.

And I am not talking about bust size neither. What I mean is that today sucked. Dan and I read that a vintage show was coming to town. I love flea markets and things of this nature and so does Dan. I mean you never know what you are going to find in places like those- so needless to say we were super excited to go see what these vendors had to offer. Well nothing. Oh they had plenty of things to look at… including a price tag that made your heart stop.

I’ve always been on to touch things I have to see with my hands and not my eyes in order to purchase something. And even I was telling myself, “Don’t touch. Don’t touch. DON’T TOUCH!!!!!!!” My mission of the day was to find a retro/vintage pitcher because mine broke. And be still my beating heart I saw a booth with nothing but Depression Glass so I made a Bline to her booth to look (and touch) to my heart’s content. Then I glanced at the price tag…*dum dum dum* 375.00. SHUT THE FRONT DOOR. Is this lady smoking meth? I know this stuff is collectors’ items and what not but I literally went to an antique store and saw the same one for 20.00- ugh what a disappointment.

So Dan treated me to a Webers kid’s burger and everything was right again.

Hugs and Burgers-

Steph