I bought a bucket of spindles. Yup, a big old bucket of ’em. I found them last week while visiting Heritage Square with a friend. I also bought some black enamel pieces for my kitchen. I don’t often shop for myself, but there the spindles sat. They called to me, “Psst, Ditto… come here”
Okay, so they didn’t call to me, but baby… did they ever speak.
So, now I’m the proud owner of 29 Chippy, old spindles.
What to do, what to do?
I have ideas, lotsa ideas. Still, isn’t this the perfect moment… the one ripe with possibilities? I think I’ll savor this moment for just a little longer before I whip out my power tools.