Freezing Hot Date (and a record haul)

Took half a floating holiday yesterday (sounds like it should be an anime movie) and went on a Dayton adventure with the hubby? The cold weather has kept us inside and sedentary all too often of late. We hit up a few Dayton delights to shake things up a bit. Sushi at Fusion, frozen yogurt at Bad Frog a stop in at Omega to peruse the cheapo bins and a nice, long (and warm!) walk through the Dayton Art Institute.

In true Frank form, we didn't document the date. I really want to start taking pictures of things we do in these early days of marriage. I'm sure I will appreciate them later if we do. I'd love to see more pictures from the beginning of my parents' marriage.

No pictures, then. But we came out rich from the record store. Darn place got rid of their listening station so I couldn't preview the records. But I'm super pumped about several of them. I mean, who doesn't need atleast ONE square dancing album? When I saw the "When Harry Met Sally" soundtrack I exclaimed, out loud: "This is the best day ever!" Thank you, record collectors, for not putting a high monetary value on the type of music I adore to collect.

Tippacanoe & Old Stuff Too! (or) Antique Antics 2

A picture diary of a fun pre-valentine's day gift: a day with some lovely gals doing something I love to do! Mostly, this is a look-what-I-found entry. Bear with me. Ooh and ahh if you wanna.

The antique shop we visited had a great selection of creepy dolls, as shown in these pictures. And check out that awesome Santa Claus washing basin and pitcher. 

It seems odd to me that someone would want to collect creepy doll heads and display them in their home. But then again, I come from an odd family, so who's to judge. 

When I was a child, my mother kept her doll collection in a large glass-doored curio-cabinet in my bedroom. I used to sneak into the drawer at the bottom of the locked cabinet. I would shuffle open a brittle box and inside? A beautiful, pristine original Barbie in a black and white swimming suit. Her hair was so soft, like the underside of a puppies ear. The other dolls in the collection included some Madame Alexanders and several dolls collected by her mother and grandmother during international travels. I always felt like their little eyes were watching me sleep.

And now, for the booty that came home with me. No creepy over-sized clowns made it into my shopping basket. But I did come home with three awesome things:

 

Wanna come visit me and go shopping? It could be arranged. I have a guest room.