That's all for the jar. Now on to other goodies:
My friend Marcia is always digging up fun vintage patterns. I think I'll give this A-line dress a go. Their poses crack me up. They're so snazzy and on the go to their happenin' secretary job. "Can't stop to chat, Janice--Mr. Hopkins needs that report typed by 10:30 sharp!"
Aren't these pretty and feminie? I got them for a grand total of $4.00--yay! I'm saving the super pretty one with violets for (obviously) my Violet. Giving this to her now would end in disaster, but I think she'll like it in a few years.
Stacy gave this to Adam for his birthday. Isn't that a cool old tin ambulance? The hand control lights up the light, and turns the wheels and everything. The name scratched on the control says, "Marty". I wonder if it belonged to a little boy or a girl?
It opens up to reveal a little boy on a gurney! Stacy and I actually fought over this at a thrift store a long time ago. No--that's totally inaccurate. It went more like this:
"Oh, Stacy, look at this little ambulance!" "Oh, that's adorable, YOU take it." "No, no---YOU take it...it matches your kitchen." "I do love it, but you found it first, Laura." "I know, but you should really have it." And on and on and on.
You know what I've never understood? Those descriptions of women at New York department stores sales fighting over purses and nylons. Maybe it's just because I grew up in the South, but I wouldn't dream of tugging a bag away from someone. Nothing would ever sell because everyone would be too busy being polite to each other and offering each other the last pair of kidskin gloves. Yay for politeness!