Owning a kitty cat has opened up a whole new world of things to thrift for. First I got a cute glitter-kitty piece of artwork. Then the “I ♥ Cats” knick-knack. I swear, before you know it, my daily uniform will be leggings and kitty sweatshirts. It’s a slippery slope people, I’m not joking. As evidence,  here are a couple recent buys I’m posting for no other reason than to record the beginning of my fall into complete cat-lady craziness.

1. Boxed set of cat stationery (brand name: Fancy Feast!), 29 cents at Bibles for Missions, aka the cheapest thrift in town!

2. I only found one of these creatively named “cat dishes,” at the Salvation Army but one of the employees saw me carrying it around and ushered me to the aisle where the matching dish was. I love how the kitty’s tag on the inside reads “My Kitty.”

Now that the cat’s out of the bag (couldn’t. resist.) about my embarrassing thrifting obsession, why don’t you tell me about yours? I won’t judge you, if you don’t judge me.

xo,

Meghan

♥ I have one bare wall in my home I’m determined to fill this fall. This sick giant cross stitch created by crafter extraordinaire Jessica Decker would be just the thing.

♥ Ahhh, this duck hunter sweater Bianca thrifted is THE COOLEST. I loved that game when I was young.

♥ Some fellow cat ladies at Mighty Swell introduced me to The Cat Scan tumblr this weekend. Thank you!

♥ Tonight’s dinner followed one of my favorite eating philosophies, light dinner =heavy dessert. Butternut squash pumpkin seed rice paper rolls for din din &  this apple cider bread pudding for dessert.

♥ Myths vs. realities in blogging. Lotsa truth in this here post!

♥ If you visited Mighty Swell last Saturday and went home with a goody bag of homemade caramel corn, you’re lucky b/c that sh*t was tasty. If you want to know how to make it at home, here’s the recipe we used.

♥ Like “The Royal Tennenbaums?” Then you need to see this video. I had no clue the location, i.e. home, featured in the movie shaped the entire script. Cray cray.

xo,

Meghan

Photo by Gordon Parks, 1952.

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Holy canoli, am I happy my work day is just about done. This morning when I got into the office, a box of books from Amazon arrived, and it’s been killing me slowly to not be able to tear right into them. So, after swimming tonight, you’ll find me curled up under the covers, kitty by my side, tea mug in one hand and book in the other. I’m most excited to start Carl Ann Harris’ autobiography, Storms: My Life with Lindsey Buckingham and Fleetwood Mac. Anyone else get Christmas Eve excited for new books? I know I’m not the only one!

xo,

Meghan