Today, I went to a recycle place that sells cast-offs from manufacturing companies (tubing, bits of foam, plastic circles, etc.) and other donated craftable items. They sell the stuff by the bagful and it's a huge hit with school teachers and such. The store has been around forever and it smelled exactly like it did when I was a kid. This time around, I brought my (almost) three year old and she was in heaven - grabbing handfuls of scraps from the bins and boxes. She scored all sorts of great junk:
And I snuck a few of my own items into her bag:
Isn't that pink plaid fabric sweet? I thought so too. Then I got home and discovered I was the unsuspecting owner of these:
If I were two-dimensional, I would totally wear these pants.