Where Did the Vintage Go?

So sorry. You came here for vintage and lately all you're seeing is this furry little dog. What's up?

Well, my regular life blog over on WebPress was botching up. I couldn't add the Chip In donation button, so I had to bring it all over here. If you love dogs, that may be great, but if you're looking for vintage, I'm so sorry. Sometimes, life just throws stuff at you and you have to work with it, or play with it. Or, bring it home and love it to pieces, like I've done with little guy--oh, er, Trooper, his new name. :-)

In the meantime, here. Look at the pretty vintage jewelry. It's rare, beautiful, expensive, and I found it in my granny's train trunk.

Say, ooh, aah. And I'll find you some more bobbles to look at again very soon.

d xo

p.s Dahlila Found is stocked to the gills. Surely there must be something there you can't resist. ;-)

Morning Walk, Day 8

We walked quite a ways this morning. Little guy was just about to sit down and call it quits in this photo. He was a great trooper, keeping up, but then he was done. Plop. I had to carry him home. My arms were limp by the time we arrived.

I may need one of those doggy backpacks...words no one would EVER imagine me saying. This dog is not a dog anyone would ever imagine ME having either. Big dogs, mountain dogs, herding dogs, that's me. Or, that's my illusion of me. Now I'm a woman who is homing a small fluffy lap dog, one that sits in the crook of my arm, one that wears a coat & needs a sweater.

Can you hear it? The universe is laughing and laughing. Oh well. Laugh away.

d, xo