Yesterday I ran an errand and ended up coming home with more 'stuff'. I blame the car. It sees a sale or a thrift shop and automatically turns into the parking lot. How am
I to be blamed for such behavior? A betrayal by my own car?
I always (
usually) have good intentions for the things I buy. I don't necessarily need them. Actually I don't need them at all, but the good intentions prevail. I
always manage to justify art supplies.....things to alter, things to paint, things that I'll eventually sell.
First off, I found these two great handbags, one rattan, the other, well, you see.

It's just fun. I love it.

I've more or less justified the box, bingo cards, beveled glass pieces, iron leaves, metal wings, two metal fairies, and the lock, all things that I'll use in my artwork. That large thing that looks like a lightbulb? It is. What on earth possessed me? Believe it or not, I think it looks like a piece of art and I plan to use it as a display piece. Over the bend? Probably. lol

Plastic Christmas ornaments? Visions of altering here too, though they are pretty 'as is'.

And this bird cage? Come on now. A bird cage? I don't currently have a bird, I don't see myself ever having one again (not with all the cats roaming around), but I could not let this sit in the thrift store. I love the color, the fancy scroll work on the doors, and I
had to bring it home. I debated about telling hubby, just leaving the thing in my trunk, cleaning it up, then displaying it some place, see if he noticed.....but I broke down and told him. I plan to use it as garden art.