I always used to tease that I needed to get a part time job at Anthropologie just so I could start making back some of the money I spent every single time I passed the threshold of the doors.
You know that little antique store downtonwn I told you about? Same thing. Except this time, I kinda am earning my money back.
For the (ehem) third, maybe fourth weekend in a row, I went back this afternoon – but this time to check out how my paintings were selling:
Then ya know, continued browsing amongst all the little things there are to love:
Before finally leaving with a little something for myself – a burnt “longhorn” orange jacket with pearl snaps perfect for the Houston rodeo/being awesome: