The other day James and I were almost home after a very long and cold walk home from work when I spotted a box brimming with goodies. Suddenly I wasn't so cold anymore. I started digging. James started bitching. I understand he was cold and wanted to go home, but he said that my ability to see the difference between good garbage and straight up junk is starting to waiver and that what I was currently picking up was ugly old lady garbage! Harsh words I know! Not to mention, old lady garbage is the best kind! I'll let you judge for yourselves. It's definitely old lady.. there is poupouri involved, but I'm into granny chic and this little display is exactly what I had in mind! The tray and jar were mine, I only took the perfume bottle and oil lamp and tore myself away from the box to be a good wife.
So tell me. Am I crazy? Don't answer that. I know my mom will be on my side!