Today was one of those days where I stopped what I was doing just long enough to notice how weird it was.
There was an endless line of little vintage folks waiting to get their picture taken for my etsy shop.
I felt like the school photographer.
Here comes Mrs. Peep's class.
Followed by Mr. Gurley's group for their class portrait.
I can only imagine what the yearbook might look like.
In unrelated and hopefully less odd news, I brought home this little piece of furniture that was tagged a 'barber's cabinet.'
Er - maybe it's from back when barbers performed surgery because there are all kinds of unidentified 'stuff' splashed on the outside of it.
Yeah, I know.
Thankfully, it's coming clean without too much effort. I heart rubber gloves.
Just wondering what this drawer might have been used for? I have several terrible ideas but I'm going to call it the 'barber's hair bin' for now so I can sleep at night.