hunting

this saturday was spent dashing through the downpour from secret place to not-so-secret place, hunting for a special something to hang in a precariously placed window in the house on the rock. this window in question overlooks an abandoned warehouse i'm currently pretending doesn't exist (but it does). but HOLY are stained glass windows ever pricey! sheesh...going to have to hope that magically timed, well-stocked, garage sale at the 100-year old home of an eccentric world traveller, who has recently died an exciting yet tragic death, who's children only want brand new things not old weird crap that i've been waiting for all comes along soon! saw some other interesting things though.

the poorly lit shots on the bottom are of a fabulous table my aunt just had *imported* which is made out of old wine barrels- the numbers you see are from the vineyard. its very thick and heavy and sumptuously dark. yum.