I'm not sure what this H stood for originally, but I found it Saturday, when I was sort of playing hooky. My son was playing in his final college golf tournament, which meant I could walk in respectful silence for four hours and watch him hit a ball that is so small I can't follow where it goes, or I could say hello to my son, leave my husband at the golf course, and go treasure hunting in a new area. As decisions go, this one was not difficult.
As luck would have it, there was an estate sale five minutes away. It was Day 2 of the sale, so I knew the best stuff would be gone, but the H was still there. And maybe it stands for holiday, because I found a Christmas table runner and this fabric. Just a little bit of it, but still: how many vintage President's Day fabrics am I likely to find?
These flowered glasses, from the same antique store, are not Swanky Swigs, but they are awfully sweet just the same. I seem to be having a pretty good run of finding pretty glassware this spring. Hurray!
It was a pretty fun day, tooling around by myself in an area I don't know very well. We met up at the end of the day for dinner, and it was warm enough to eat outside on the restaurant's patio. (I think I've used up my quota of hurrays.)
On Sunday I cleaned up flower beds, my husband mowed the grass, and we both swatted at black flies. (If you've never encountered black flies, just imagine mosquitoes, only more annoying.) But I'm not complaining, because spring not only means great weather, it means the sale season has arrived. I have been saving up my thrift-store finds all winter for one mega wrap-up post in which you would gasp at the amazing things I found. Ready?
And that, friends, is why the arrival of the sale season has me saying: Thank heavens!