Bingo!

I stopped in one of my very favorite thrift store this morning to check out what might be "new" and found a real treasure.

This resale shop has an odd habit of packaging random items in clear plastic bags and pricing the whole assortment as one. Sometimes the items are related, sometimes not. The packaging does help keep the shelves cleaner, but since I'm always trying to make connections in my brain, the packaging often resembles an 3D jigsaw puzzle.

This package had 2 balls of pink crochet thread, one red-neck bumper sticker proclaiming, "Happiness is yelling BINGO!" and an old worn out piece of hosiery filled with vintage savings stamps, coupons and box tops. I didn't really want the first two items, bit the hose filled packet had to be mine. I wasn't sure what was in it 'till I got it in the car, but it really looked promising!

Someone in the past lovingly saved these cool items and kept them safe in the bit of hosiery. The packet possibly lived in the corner of a drawer in the kitchen awaiting future use. Now someone with a passion for cleaning out the cobwebs finally sent them off to the resale shop. What's amazing about this is they didn't end up in the dumpster covered with grease, used coffee grounds or the contexts of Pussy Cat's litter box.

I might actually keep the bumper sticker and create a journal page with it for grins, but I'm not sure of what to do with the crochet thread. It probably will go back to the resale shop so someone else can worry about what to do with it. The coupons and boxtops? How does that go? "BINGO!"

Buzzwords and Old Buildings

Now, I was wondering. The problem is my mind wanders quite a lot and and seems to find itself wrapping around odd concepts. Most recently I have been pondering buzzwords. Things people say because they are so, well, cool. And darn it, "cool" is a buzzword! (Oops, I seem to be channeling Alton Brown, sorry!) See, I've wandered again!

When will it stop?

The buzzword I've been thinking about right now is "random". Have you noticed how it has creped into the language and lodged itself in our daily lives? I remember how the word "dynamite" became the buzzword of the day. That was the 70's along with Laugh In. The word drove me crazy and I was barely out of college. It still reminds me of paisley bell bottoms and Afros. Maybe it's because I never finished college. Excuses, excuses! Hey, that was so "random" of me!




Don't you just love old buildings? I do. I love the texture of the wood, the surface that says, "I've been around for a while". Someone built this structure for a purpose a long time and it's still here. I love the scars left by the absence of metal objects long gone. So, what happened here in a small town in West Texas just below the Panhandle? Obviously life happened and it keeps on going.

Here's hoping your life is rich with texture.