Sunday, February 13, 2011

Red High Heels

These days I no longer wear high heels (2 inches are my tops) and my shoes are bought more for comfort than style. But this red high heel tape dispenser must define who I am to friends and family. I received 4 of them along with 4 of these post-it purse shaped dispensers as Christmas gifts.

I took one of the purses to the coffee shop, because my girls there love some post-its and I hardly ever get them any (I have this thing where I want them writing in a notebook so we can go back to it).

The next week a couple of them go to our local office supply store for markers and see the purse and shoe. They bring me back the shoe tape dispenser, so proud that they had gotten me the perfect gift (of course not knowing I had received 4 of them already).

I think I'm flattered.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Keep or sell... birdcages

I have always had a fondness for big old birdcages and have had a handful come my way and always sold them. Then last year I got this one and decided to keep it (if only for a while...).

Perfect. Of course my plans for it holding a lush houseplant are thwarted by the fact that the door opening is about 4 inches wide, thus the 3 African violets looking very short until I can find something I like to replace them.

Then along comes this wonderful cage said to come from the Biltmore estate in Asheville when they did away with their aviary.

OK, kept the last one so nothing to do but take this one to the store. As a natural collector, what I have learned is it's best to not ever have one. But if I ever do have one I cannot have two, this I know about myself, because two always becomes more than two.

So it's good- two great birdcages one to keep and one to sell, until I see this one...

OMG, be still my beating heart... this one is chippy, shabby fabulous. Too much snow didn't make for a good picture, but take my word for it.

I should sell it, after all it's what I do, find fab stuff and sell it. But no, after a couple of weeks it still is at the house. And you know what's worse? Now I'm contemplating bring the Biltmore one home, too.