We stopped into an amazing "Flea Mall" just outside of Birmingham. I was fully expecting this Flea Mall to be equally as depressing as the Flea Markets in my area tend to be, but it was actually kind of amazing. Very few packages of socks and wierd discount hair dye and lots of legitimately old stuff...dishes and vintage hats (which I'll show off sometime soon) and books and records. Lots of crap, too, but too much good stuff to really mind. When we were about to check out, I heard a really wonderful sound coming from the corner of the large, warehouse-y building.
My ears perked up, and I scampered over, following the sound...and this is what I found:
I'm pretty flippin' excited about my tiny piano. All of the keys work, and it reminds me so much of the Amelie soundtrack (I've already tried my hand at recreating some of those familiar little songs!). We're also hoping that we can train Miette to stand on his hind legs and bang on the keys.
I've got some ho-hum boringish catching up to do today, but I just finished up a really great run and then had a perfect fall lunch. I made a big pot of chicken and vegetable (carrots, parsnips, celery & onions) soup yesterday, for us to have this week. Today I enjoyed it with a little glass of wine, a few gingersnaps, and I'm feeling so, so cozy right now. It'll make the boring-work fly by!