At a yard sale today.
I did, however, find Nancy Drew’s blue roadster. Gorgeous, huh? Check out this grill. I went online to see if I could figure out what year this beauty was made. My best clue turned out to be from the front right side of the car:When I Googled ‘Plymouth convertible special deluxe’ I not only found that it’s a 1949 model…I found this very car! Seems it was the subject of a detailing workshop at a local car place a few years ago. I know it’s the same one ‘cause the license plate is checks out. Small world!
If you’re too young to have read the Nancy Drew books from the early period when she drove her blue roadster and wore frocks, do find some and enjoy. You’ll see why she was such a role model for many of us.
And if it wasn’t a day for buying stuff, it was a good day for short-legged dogs. First there was James.
He’s a Basset/shepherd mix. Wish you could feel his bunny-soft fur! He’s moving to Arizona soon. Then there was Oliver.
Hard to tell in this pose, but if you saw him in person you’d say yup, dachshund and Chihuahua mix. They were selling a book on how to train your dachshund. “Don’t need it anymore,” they told me. “He has us completely trained.”
I think this little guy was getting a lesson on how to text. I might let a dog loose with a cell phone, but never one of my cats. Noll would be dialing for anchovy pizzas for sure. Or a truckload of catnip. This is what he looks like with just a pinch of the stuff.
A couple of my finds from last Saturday came in handy this week. That spring-green sweater set was perfect for St. Patrick’s Day. It happened to be the day I met with my children’s librarians, and it was wonderful to see how many shades of green there are!
And the little Chinese girl doll got a very good home. One of my colleagues stopped by my office with a new book I’d put on hold, and she noticed the doll. We chatted for a few minutes about how adorable she is, really wonderful hand-made details. I could see she really liked the doll, so I gave it to her. She got a little misty eyed and told me she has never, ever owned a doll. She said she’s always kind of wanted one, but after you grow up you’re embarrassed to buy one for yourself. She went off with the doll literally cradled in her arms.
Yeah, I was a little misty eyed too.