Poor Franz. He’s been stuck in 1980s beige and gold ever since I rescued him at an estate sale a few years ago.
One trip to Michael’s and $9 later, he’s looking tres dramatique in black and white.
I always wanted a rock tumbler when I was a kid. I eyed the same one every year when the JCPenney catalog arrived, picturing myself polishing rock after shiny rock.
I was a bit obsessive, even as a child. Our driveway would have simply gleamed with polished rocks.
I saw a tumbler on the shelf at Michael’s today. It hit me that now that I have enough money to buy myself a rock tumbler, I don’t have any rocks.
So goes adulthood.