Oh. It's very hard.
If my situation were not so dire, the little set of dishes above would be well on it's way to me, as we speak. I've been looking for a complete set for a while now (I just have the bowls--boy and girl) and I'm telling you, this is really the stuff my dreams are made of. Since it cannot be mine, what's the next best thing? Share it with you! Maybe one of you all would be inclined to give it a sweet home. Maybe not! Maybe it'll just make you smile.
All these sweet goods are from a shop called Urban Artifacts, a very, very cool selection of vintage finds from Coeur d'Alene (showing my considerable geographical ignorance here--I don't know where that is, but they've got great thrift shops, evidently?).
Sweetness. Have a peek, if you like!
By the by, on the note of "simplifying my expenditures" (my new euphemism for our current lifestyle adjustments, which in itself is a euphemism for "a really crappy turn of events")--I do not wish to give the impression that I am handling this whole thing with the patience of a saint. In fact, I came home from work on Thursday night practically spitting (verbal) nails at my husband, simply because he was the only one at whom I could safely spit them. Sometimes, I'm just really, really angry. And sad. And scared.
Luckily, the next day I apologized (he was great about it, as usual) and my equilibrium had returned. But, as my family will tell you, while I have been handling things better than some might, I suppose (?), I know I'm not perfect, in any way. I'm just me, and that means human and whiny and even--dare I say it--a trifle bitchy, on occasion. But that's okay, too. Part of the process, I suppose. Just didn't want anyone to think I'm always "brave" or "strong" or "courageous"...It just ain't so.
Thanks for reading. Have a lovely, lovely weekend, all!