I have an inborn tendency to buy all things beautiful. Especially if I find myself in a thrift store. Hello?! Cheap and beautiful, who can pass on that?
As any addiction, this often leads to incomprehension with my closest kin. The boyfriend is keen on sighing and rolling his eyes for example when I come home with another secondhand find. "What are you going to do with all that stuff anyway?".
Ah, but now I have an illustrated excuse for all my mismatched ceramic dinner plates! Why hide them in the cupboards when they make excellent artwork?
I bet he can't have anything against that! (or maybe only with the fact that he will be the one putting them up)
Tea for Joy