For some, the thrill is making a big discovery -- some scientific breakthrough that will save the world from a dreaded disease, for example.
For me -- at least this weekend -- the thrill was the gift of a multitude of craft supplies! And, I got to cuddle with some cute cats on top of it all!
A very good friend is slowly selling off and giving away things from her home, in preparation for a move to an apartment. The home she lives in was owned by her parents and her mom, in particular, was a great crafter!
So, when she invited me over to take a look at things and have what I wanted, do you think I demurred? Of course not!
Let's just say three large boxes later, I have more ribbon than probably one person can every use in a lifetime (but I'll try); some fun beads; glitter; golden mardi-gras-type garland beads (the kind I use in my little snowfolk) and ever so much more!
(Not to mention a La Creuset casserole dish and a fabulous print by DeGrazia, one of my favorite artists.)
But there are always favorites, right? Here are a few of mine. Golden leaves and wire -- and those wonderful tiny vintage Christmas balls! Oh, how I remember those from when I was a child!
Lace. Glorious lace. Some is eyelet, some ecru, all lovely. And creamy pearl beads.
This gold rick rack. It's hard to find rick rack these days, and in large rolls? Oh, yes! (This was the roll that was already partially used; and check out the cigar box!)
The tulle net made my heart sing -- so pretty for making bows. And there were lots of wee things, like red berries for next year's holiday projects, and these wonderful birds! (I feel a birdhouse coming on!)
All this, plus I got to pet this divinely sweet cat...
And this one, too!
Thanks, Mary Jane! I'm in awe!
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