We spied her beneath a neglected pile of vintage linens in a local antique shop, paid the nice man five dollars, and brought her home. She’s gently worn, but oh, how we love her. A cheery companion on these grey autumn mornings. An island for momma to read and knit on a sea of dewy grass and very forgiving of two small muddy feet.
vintage thriftingIn things pondered, thrifting + vintage on 11/24/2009 at 12:38 pm