I can't even imagine what that would look like. She left us at 66. I'll be 64 in December so I am beginning to feel the chill. I spent the afternoon thinking about her in the place she loved most.
I've walked past this antique shop that's on the corner of the boardwalk for years and never really looked at it.
I never realized what this pretty thing was. It's weaving. I am not sure what kind but it's really pretty. It was only $35 for the little loom. I was tempted but I think it's too pretty to come out of the window and be lost in the clutter that is my house.
Instead of more antiquing, Pup and I decided to share an oatmeal raisin cookie from the coffee shop across the street. No raisins for her though. It was the best cookie I'd ever had and I think Pup agreed.