Sunday Stash #25 – Birthday-a-Brac
Last Sunday, May 26, I celebrated, my, um, well, we’ll say twenty-eighth birthday–yeah, yes, uh twenty-eighth! (The lines around my eyes might beg to differ). Anyhoo, after I finished getting my birthday Botox, I told the hubby and the kids to fend for themselves and skedaddled over to the Sydney Fabric-a-brac. This year it was being held right around the corner from me in Newtown, in a little pop-up space. So I get there no problem, right, but you will not even believe this: They didn’t even have cake. Hello, it’s my twenty-eighth birthday, where’s the freakin’ cake?! Instead, they have bagels with fish. No. thank. you. Mmm.
There was a little welcoming committee waiting for me though. The two girls took my autograph, and that one cute boy asked for my number. I told him I was already spoken for, but he insisted I give him my email address as well. If he starts stalking me, I will be so flattered! One of the girls then started taking my photo, before finally, I had to tell her to sit her crazy ass down. (Naomi Campbell, who?!) If there’s one thing I will not stand for, it is the paparazzi!
Despite the lack of cake, I did find some glorious presents waiting for me inside. I started to just take what was rightfully mine and walk out those doors, but then I thought, “Molli, these people need your help.” I’m not sure if they were homeless, or just unwashed, but I figured leaving a few gold coins behind would free up the much needed space in my pocketbook, and allow them to buy more beer. Y’all know I’m a sucker for photography and polka dots, and I think I made a pretty good trade with this business below.
Now the other business of the day! Grandma Sparkles was so impressed by your comments about the Hula Hoop situation she found herself in, she decided she wanted to do a giveaway. I told her to just pick a number from 1 to 16, and I’d figure it out. So predictably, she picked “7” which belonged to the comment left by The O’s:
Classic! I love it! I have just bought the Hula Hoop book, spurred on by the happenings in our rainbow land… I love Grandma Sparkles, I think she is rad and sweet and a whole lot of freakin’ awesome! x
So, Ms. The O’s, you’ve got a secret Grandma Sparkles package heading your way all the way from the USA! By the way, what type of silly name is The O’s? Unless, of course, it stands for the big O, and then ooh la la! Feisty!
Linking up with Fiona at Finding Fifth for this week’s Sunday Stash-a-thon! You should do the same.