From last weekend's thrift outing.
The Good: This dish set was magnificent. I don't remember the price but I do remember it was too much for me. Not to mention the wrath that would have ensued when Lucas discovered them.
The Bad: I think I may have actually gagged when I spotted this sexy little number. 
The Ugly: I'm not gonna lie. The thought of purchasing this just to see it in all it's cordless drooling glory did cross my mind.
Not finding anything at Sacks last weekend, I went down the street to the New to You shop and to my utter surprise and glee they were having an EVERYTHING IN THE STORE IS ONE DOLLAR sale, yay! Unfortunately, it was later in the day and the store had been pretty well picked over but I did manage to find a couple of flowery vintage shirts and a lovely lacy scarf.
As soon as I spotted this, I knew it was meant to be! I don't even care if the 80's call and want their sweater back. It's mine now and I love it! 
My 36th birthday was recently. Lucas gave me a bunch of cash and sent me off to go shopping for a few hours sans baby. He did this because he is wonderful (as previously mentioned) and because that was what I wanted. It was a Friday, so of course I spent my birthday in half-off heaven at the local Salvation Army, the big one with two stories… clearly I have a problem.
Having looked for a great bookend for some time, it came to me on my birthday in the form of a white porcelain unicorn head. I have a little bit of a thing for unicorns (not a big thing, just a little thing). Now, normally I would have thought twice about bringing home such a find, as Lucas (in addition to not sharing my love of thrifting) also does not share my love of unicorns. But isn’t he dreamy? 
Besides it was my birthday so I knew I could get away with pretty much anything… which is why I also picked up these two little cuties to come home with me as well and live on Clover’s dresser. Sorry Lucas…
They say write about what you know, so here goes. My name is Missa. I live about one hour north of San Francisco. I love thrifting. I have a husband named Lucas who is wonderful in every way, but unfortunately does not share this love. Often when I leave the house I hear these words: "Don't bring home any teacups!" "Teacups" has become a catchall term with us, as I will admit to having a weakness for decorative dishware among other things that rarely if ever serve any functional purpose in our lives. These are some of the lovely culprits responsible for turning "teacups" into a derogatory word. I also have a 5 month old daughter named Clover who I plan to one day turn into my partner in crime. Sorry Lucas...
In all honesty, I never drink tea out of my teacups. I'm actually more of a mug girl (but that's for another day). I decided to look into ways of repurposing my teacups so they don't just end up sitting on a shelf looking pretty and collecting dust. These were some of the ideas that I liked.
