Before we left on our trip I was fixating on Wellingtons. Everyone in our family was in need of them. And I didn’t want just any wellingtons, I wanted CUTE ONES, of course!
I searched way more than any normal person would for just the right thing for Clara and Millie and there was nothing out there that I liked.
Initially I settled on these, for Clara
They look alright here, but on her feet they just looked SO DARK BROWN and they were way too big and she couldn’t keep them on. So back to the store they went!
When I couldn’t find anything I really LOVED I decided I’d just pick up something at the thrift store for cheap. After all you never know what treasures you’ll find at the old thrift store!
Cute, but not what I’d been searching for. They were $6.00 so I just figured that would be that.
And then,
(I know, you can hardly wait to hear what happens next…)
While we were in England I found them! The wellies I had been searching for!
THE PERFECT WELLIES!
I know this may sound totally ridiculous to some people but these just make me happy! They are so stink’n cute! I only wish I’d bought a pair for Millie too!
I had to retire my 12 dollar brown and white polka dot wellingtons from Costco because recently they sprung a leak. At the last minute, as in a few hours before we left, I bought these…
It was an act of desperation – because I had spent all my time fretting over Clara and Millie’s wellies I hadn’t really looked for myself! I felt a little bit like a poser wearing bright RED Bendels knee high wellies – but Jan’s family was nice and told me they were “elegant”. I’m not sure if that is actually”English Code” for “tacky American”.
I’ll never REALLY know
because they are all “so darn polite!”
How about them brown stripes up the back, eh?
(FYI – they are lined in brown and cream stripes.)
Are you thinking what I am thinking?
I think these are about as HOT as a pair of Wellington’s get!
Va, Va VOOM!
Or perhaps you are thinking…
Tacky American!
(Every family needs one so I am just doing my duty!)
Once upon a time there was an errand that needed running (WOW! there’s an opener for ya!)
A post office run.
So the mama took her two bear cubs, one by the hand and one in a stroller, into town.
Before they could leave the house the big sister said, “Do you think this outfit will do, for the post office?”
“You mean you want to wear your winter dress, with rhinestones on the sleeves, that you can’t even zip up all the way, your sparkly red shoes, your “somewhere over the rainbow” socks, and carry your Toto too?”
BUT OF COURSE YOU DO!
Off to the post office they went.
And after that job was done. A siren call was heard. It was the call of… the thrift store.
“Come to me! Park your stroller on the street, because rent is high, this space is tiny and we have so much stuff in here that you can barely see the floor. If you can get through the front door, there’s treasures to be had! You must dig through all the crap to find it. But it is here. Of this, I promise you.”
The call was strong. It could not be resisted.
But Homer did not write this tale — even though I know you’re thinking this tale is one of mythic Greek proportions — so unlike the sailors who met a deadly fate the Mama bear and her two cubs DID find
t r e a s u r e.
(If we’d taken the stroller inside we might have never made it out alive!)
It even sparkled!
The Mama Bear thought that the big sister’s first outfit of the day could not be beat.
Boy, was she WRONG!
(This new outfit was somewhere between Strictly Ballroom and Starlight Express.)
You can’t touch this!
Oh, but there is more! (who needs a fairy god mother when you’ve got a local thrift store!?)
The Big Sister Bear said,
“This is red. This is what hot sand looks like. Call me,
HOT SAND
whenever I wear this, okay?”
“If you insist.” replied the Mama Bear.
Not all the treasures were chintz.
Some even had a little class.
Cue, baby bear!
Cost of this item? $7.50, with the tags still on it which means – never been worn by anybody but our very own Baby Bear.
Not bad, eh?
And that is the true story of when the Bear family found treasure at the thrift store.
