my little excursion

So after recovering from my cold, I flew the coop today while John watched the boys. I headed downtown, straight for my favorite junk shop--down, down into its basement. I don't know why I'm so attracted to this particular dungeon, but it 's the first place I go. I found the exact window frame I was looking for.

Isn't she a beaut?

I spied this charming little number back in June while pregnant with Ollie, and instantly fell in luv with her ancient dual sliding metal panes. It's just what I need for some of my Ellie pics. I don't know yet if I'm gonna pull the panes apart and make 2 separate frames, or if I'm going to keep it together as one unit. Then, out of the corner of my eye , I spotted the gem of all gems.

This is a definite want.

In case you did not know, I'm quite fond of gumball and candy machines .

This machine was very well crafted and I have the absolute perfect spot for it in my kitchen. I'm supposed to be saving for a camera though. The store owner said he could put it on layaway for 90 days. Hm. Decisions, decisions. Then this guy walks by, holding a handgun. I did not care if the gun was vintage or not, I was not going to stick around in the basement to find out. I was totally creeped out. Seriously, don't they have rules about guns being locked up behind the counter? The store owners should know better--they are scaring away moms and small children.

Here are a few other items that I did not buy:

vintage scale complete with 2 looking glasses.

As if the numbers on a scale were not harsh enough...you can actually watch yourself as you gain the weight. No thank you! Only a man could invent such a contraption.

Wouldn't a pair of these make a cute birthday gift?

I asked the owner where he got all his loot. He has 15 families in France scouting for stuff for their livelihood. So, I must support these poor people by buying that gumball machine, no? Why does french loot seem more appealing than plain old American junk?