As promised, I am bringing you a tacky find from the grandma estate sale last week. I didn’t pick up this creamer when I went to the sale. But when I told my mother about the sale, she had to go check it out and I asked her to pick up the creamer if no one else had. She seemed genuinely surprised that it was still there.
I wonder what it says about me that I love this tacky plastic treasure … But mostly I wonder where I’m going to put this lovely lady. And what I’m going to name her. Bessie seems too obvious and bourgeois a name for her.