Thrift Stores...

...I was never really a fan.

(I blame that on my germ fearing mother).

But I found this amazing piece of art at St. Columbkille's thrift store.

I've been a Catholic forever, but I hadn't heard of this saint. 
I did a little research and discovered he's Irish and was a missionary in Scotland...good enough for me.


So, my Floridian neighbor/friend/partner in crime, (Shirley) convinced me to join her at St. Columbkille's in sunny southwest Florida.


I've been looking for something to hang over the couch. 
It had to be big.
It had to be beachy 
It had to have the right earth tones.
And it had to be a great price because it was used and might carry bad juju.


I plunked down $50, earned a tax deduction, and let a cute boy carry it to my car.
The BigDaddy hung it over the sofa, and there it shines!


It's perfect.


Tomorrow I'm hanging out at the Kiwanis Thrift Store near Sanibel Island.
I hope St. Columbkille understands.
I need a vase.