I may have mentioned once before there was a little sompthin' sompthin' that I craved at the market and another crafty shopper came along and got that sompthin'. And it took me a number of days to get over it...but I knew I'd have to 'cuz it's just stuff and nothing valuable. And, as it turned out, two weeks later at another flea market, we found a whole slew of these little things I'd wanted so badly. So, that one, well, it all turned out okay.
But it's this one, this teeny, tiny, hairless, squeaky, metal bird that really haunts me. He was in a locked glass case. And he still jumped around at the turn of the key. The shop owner wanted 30 euros for this fanciful, irreplaceable, metal toy. And it was worth it.
But I didn't buy it.
It was still early in the trip and I had to think rationally about 30 euros, as the dollar was dropping in worth every day, and I figured something else would come along... it always does.
3 comments:
,,,i wonder how long he's waited on the shelf, behind lock and key for someone to take him home or,,,maybe he's been found?,,,
wow... you're a savvy shopper for sure! he's cute!
Oh, Molly, my heart breaks with you! He's simply charming and- sorry- worth the 30 euros...
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