Impulse shopping. I know I shouldn't, but I do it -- all the time. Driving down the road determined to get from Point A to Point B without any distractions when BAM! out of nowhere I'm pulling over because a shop window has attracted my attention. Kind of like birds and their love of shiny things.
So anyway....today it was the antique shop near my favorite Michaels. They always have very unique furniture and whatnot out in front, but until today I have managed to resist the urge. Good thing, too. Most of their items are ridiculously overpriced even by antique shop standards. Back in a dark, dusty corner an old armoire caught my eye. When I opened the door, lo and behold, look what was sitting on the shelf:
Five dollars for the four of them! It goes without saying I snatched them up and home with me they went. The armoire itself turned out to be a piece of mass produced crap constructed in the 70s at the earliest. That's okay, though. The thrill of discovering the Pricillas properly sated me. Could you just imagine the buyer's remorse the next day if I'd have bought that thing?