Darlings, it's me, dropping a line from the mad, gay whirl of hosting Tante Diane. We've eaten (pulled pork sandwiches at Mission Beach. Mmmm,) we've cooked (fusilli ala crazy bastard) and we have knocked out some serious thrift store action. Having hit every junk store in the city, I now have some pulmonary condition brought on by Second Hand Dust and a new charming little blue glass bowl.
A day in the world of Other People's Crap:
From the Telly Savalas Fine Arts Collectible Plate Series.
We recommend the Salvation Army on Guerrero for all your little bitty china high heel pump needs. Breathtaking.
Community Thrift on Valencia. Mecca for serious junk store junkies.
If you have to assure people in writing that you're the "Corvette of office chairs" chances are you're not. This wasn't.
mrpeenee has a lovely dining room already, and yet, he lusts after these. Stop me now.
A wee little cauldron for Satanic Rite Barbie,
Fashion News Update: sleek stilettos printed in hot pink odd Spanish cartoons are going to be the next big thing.
Dead Santa. CSI Mission Thrift Store is treating it as a drive-by. Details as they develop.
Pig. Fairy. Fairy pig.
The pig in a kimono disturbed Diane.
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