bits and bobs: A random assortment of things; small remaining pieces and things
You know you’re getting old when you see stuff like this. 2000? Seriously?
These are my people. A bean supper AND pie? Are you serious?
I don’t drink wine, but I wonder how many people sell their corks as a side gig?
I’ve noticed a lot of people from Maine sell rocks and driftwood on Esty. At first I thought it was a little weird, but then I chalked it up to people will buy anything.
And now that includes me apparently. 🙂 I found this mama and daddy bird with their two babies in a local shop and I just had to have it. ROCKS. I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR ROCKS. What is going on? Supporting local artists is one thing, but rocks?
A few days later we spotted these beauties in a small specialty food store. Isn’t the snowman just the sweetest thing you ever saw? I guess I was looking at Frosty a little too long because the HH pulled me away and told me to go find some rocks and make my own. Husbands. They just don’t get it.
And last but not least, I saw this ad in an old magazine and noticed something probably only I would notice in an ad for Mother’s Day flowers. Look at the little girl’s eyebrows. So nice and natural. And now look at the mom’s eyebrows, she’s missing quite a few and has basically painted hers on. And then Granny’s eyebrows. Her eyebrows are barely there and she has decided that at her age, to just let them go. And good for her!
The ad doesn’t make me want to buy flowers. It makes me stop and ponder at exactly what stage in the eyebrow phase I am in, and at what stage I too will lay down the eyebrow pencil for good and just not give a flip anymore.
60. 60 seems like a good number to me. What do you think?
Peace Out Girl Scouts. Do try and stay out of trouble.