Eight Days a Week,

is not enough to shop at Salvage Chic...

I won't butcher the Beatles lyrics (OK, I'll admit I tried, but there's an alarming lack of real words in that song)

Suffice it to say YOU TALKED and WE LISTENED! Salvage Chic is now open SIX DAYS A WEEK, Tuesday through Sunday 11AM-5PM. Why SIX and not EIGHT, you ask? Well, there actually are not EIGHT days in a week and besides I heard Michael Jackson owns the rights to all the Beatles songs and he might sue me in an attempt to rescue Neverland from bankruptcy. Who knows, he might get enough money out of me to save like, 1 hedge.

Happy Shopping!

Spiderman, Spiderman, Does Whatever a Spider Can...

except, apparently, GLOW IN THE DARK.

Another Blog from the Family Holiday archives; This one finds us at my Parent's house post-Christmas dinner with the adults itching for the kids to go to bed so we could enjoy some good, quality Adult Time, (i.e. play some cards and drink more beer.)

My almost-4 nephew Kyle came downstairs with his PJs on exclaiming how his Spidey PJs glowed in the dark and I needed to come see. "Oh, OK!" I said, knowing full well a trip upstairs could result in a long time before I returned to Adult Land; "Let's check them out in HERE" and pushed him into a little half bathroom off the dining room. Of course his sister Taylor followed calling "GRAM! Come see!", and I had to grab my husband, 'Uncle' Kenny, and then my Great-Aunt Bunny was walking by so I pulled her in for good measure and we all piled in to the bathroom, shut the door and blew out the candle only to behold... NOTHING. And there were me, Kenny, my Mom, Kyle, Taylor and Bunny trapped in the dark in like a 2x3 foot bathroom trying to find the light switch. I guess Kyle got his PJs mixed up! Needless to say a Meltdown ensued but still, a good time was had by all.

These Boots Were Made for Walking

And That's Just what They'll Do;
One of These Days These Boots are Gonna...
Walk Into Your Antique Store and Steal a Stuffed Animal.



Pembroke Shopowners, BEWARE! This 4-legged bandit goes by the name of 'Cassidy'; she struts about Bryantville with her seemingly sweet owner who will distract you with funny stories while her dog is busy Casing the Joint. Just the other day they were in and I was too busy admiring Cassidy's BOOTS - yes BOOTS - to notice she had nipped this vintage Digger the Dog toy right off the shelf. Luckily my surveillance cameras caught her because I also figured out why she wears the boots - not to protect her paws from road salt (like her owner CLAIMED) but to prevent herself from leaving incriminating PAW PRINTS! That is one devious dog.