Sand. Wet towels. Sunscreen. All. Done.
Today we engaged in the most precious of Cape Cod rituals. We went to the Dump. At the Dump, there is a Gift House filled to the brim with Free Junk.
If I lived here I would be a Gift House junkie. I'd put the kids back in school and sit outside of the Gift House lying in wait for people to bring in their cast offs. I'd pounce on the good stuff and eventually get arrested for being a public nuisance.
You won't be surprised to learn that I found a few things.
First, I found this bag which I love with all of my heart and soul. But not as much as I love my dogs. But almost.
The label says that it was Made in Italy for Harrison.
Someone put this groovy lion zipper on it. I love it. I have no idea why.
The other thing I found is a mystery and I am turning to you, dear internet to tell me what the heck this is.
It seems to be a tree which is being climbed by two happy dolls. They each wear a smile and a backpack. They are hand stitched.
The tree which they are climbing is hung with clothes and other assorted items...
a pan flute,
a halter top,
Has anyone seen one of these before? I love the colors and all of the small clothes, but I am desperately curious to find out what this is.
That's all I have for today. Tomorrow we return
Maybe we should just stay...