I spent last weekend in the city with my parents; Mama had a cornea transplant, and thank you God that everything went well and she's safely and happily back home in Newfoundland.
Friday night, I stayed at a B&B downtown; I had a coupon that needed to be used before the end of the year, and I thought it would be good to go back to a quiet place after the anxiousness and stress of my Mom's operation. I was right!
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| It was a lovely place with a comfortable bed, a mini fridge for my wine and a radio already set to a soothing, oldies station. |
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| I lay back in the bubbles and listened to Elvis and Pat Boone and Rosemary Clooney .... and I said a little prayer of thanks as the tension melted away. |
On Sat afternoon while my Mom had a nap, Dad and I went to ValueVillage. Thank goodness for fathers who love thrift stores!
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| This was my big prize for the day: a Chinese collapsible brass tray table for $24.99. I've wanted one of these since the 70's: better late than never! |
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| Do you pray before you thrift shop? I do! And God answered my prayers big time on this trip. I needed/wanted a good pair of brown shoes: I found brand new Clarks slip-ons for (again) $24.99! Brand new, people! And just 'cause He loves me, He threw in another pair of very, very comfortable black suede-like wedges with a pretty flower detail on the back ($12.99). |
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| I got 2 shirts for $2.99 each. And because I couldn't find my new brown cardigan that I bought last winter, I thought I should buy this nice brown one for $7.99. (Whereupon, of course, I found my former brown cardigan the day after I arrived home! C'est la vie!) |
My Dad insisted on paying for everything including my Skinny Vanilla Latte from Starbucks -- "To say thank you for my giving up my weekend to be with them." I would never have stayed away; but it made me feel like a little girl again to have my Daddy buy me treats.
(Grown up treats are a tad more expensive than the popsicle and penny candy that satisfied me when I was 10, aren't they Daddy!)
How was your thrifting this week?
11 comments:
Great news about your Mom's surgery!!
You made some great finds on your thrifting spree AND got to spend some great time with your Dad. It's a win/win!
I'm thankful your mom's surgery went well. You do have a special Dad to go thrifting with you and to pay for it all too. You are blessed!
Love to thrift shop. I did some shopping while in Boston and found a great pair of brown leather slips ons that were a perfect fit. Very comfy for walking around shopping.
Must learn to put photos on my blog.
We never outgrow being 'Daddy's Little Girl' do we? Or, at least, I hope not!! 8-)
A WONDERFUL weekend for you all around (GREAT news about your Mom!)
S~
That is wonderful that it all went well for the surgery. I have to tell you that I have been looking for a Moroccan tea table for a long time. Fabulous find.
You're a sweet daughter - and your father's a sweet dad!
My big finds were a silk scarf for $1.99 and a cross stitch book for which I've been searching for a couple of years - for $2!
Sure glad your Mom is fine and your Dad is such a sweetheart. I like your brass tray table. Plus soaking in bubbles to oldies sounds great!
What a good day! So happy for your mom and your dad sounds like a sweet guy! I love your finds. I think I already posted mine on my last post.
Love Di ♥
Hey Sandy,
How I miss second hand stores! You did so well! And, what a bonus that your B & B happened to be decked out in autumn colours! But, most of all, so glad that your mom is doing well. Health is everything, isn't it?
Speaking of which...I hear ANOTHER Sandy, a very scary Sandy, is heading your way soon. Stay safe!
Poppy
You found some great things at VV. I remember going shopping with my mother and she would buy me stuff. I loved it. I'm glad your mother is doing well after her surgery. Stay safe in the storm. It's very windy here but no rain yet. Pamela
Glad things went so well for your Mum. Lucky you with your VV finds.. I never seem to have much luck. Would you share the name of the Hfx B&B? I cannot stay at my daughter's small apt. any more, I never sleep - too much traffic noise...
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