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Saturday, June 30, 2012

Birthday Outing.

loony looking good showing of her loot. and me looking adequate.  
  so then we went to AC Moore to buy presents for loony's mum. and then we went to the best thrift shop I've ever been to. like junk piled high and 25 cents first edition of the hobbit and pretty clothes and five dollar cameras. the lady's son used to be a photographer so there was a lot of old cameras and equipment. and so many gorgeous prints.
 she needs to stop
 AC Moore parking lot.
 loony's head
 So upon entering we came across and sunglasses stand. and i found these. there were other cats-eye but these are white. only four dollars. score!
 loony got a lovely ring and it looked good with the fake roses.

 don't you just love paint sections.
 2.5 WPF club. it stands for home with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence. i thought we should buy her mum a white picket fence cause everyone knows that all a woman wants in life. totes.
 cat mask
 me in the car on the way.
 loony got herself airheads. aka chemical sugar. but it was her birthday. and everyone knows that if you don't feel sick by noon your doing it wrong.
 edible blue bow-tie
 edible blue bow-tie is edible. surprisingly.
 the original store we wanted to go to was closed. but it's fine cause the other store was lovely and grand. just a little messier. but i like that. gives you a feeling of adventure.
 my loot. sunglasses from AC moore. but all the other stuff form the shop. and it was all seven dollars. and that's only because the camera was five. everything else was two. i got a ring with makes me feel like a witch, two pretty prints, some tvai glasses, a mustache mug, a sweater, and a dress.

 the mustache mug is one of those old Victorian mugs. Victorian men had mustaches so extreme they had to have special mugs made so that you can drink your tea without getting your mustache wet. i would give it to my father if it was his birthday but its not. haha
old lady sweater. more purple in real life

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