I’ve been loving Laini Taylor’s recent photo-rich posts — writers who are also artists have an unfair advantage! ;) — and this one about a Portland neighborhood ramble inspired me to document what I did on my lunch break today.
I first noticed the bus months ago.
Every time I saw it, I thought I really need to go in. Every time until today, I went on with whatever else I was doing.
I don’t know why I waited so long.
Turns out it’s just as much fun to find clothes and accessories and ephemera inside a bus as it is to eat grilled cheese sandwiches in one.
I would like Lodekka‘s offerings even if they were not in such a pleasing container.
But it is especially enjoyable to be in a shop where the dressing room has an emergency door:
(The curtain covers it, but it really is an emergency door.)
And an estate sale devotee such as myself could not fail to appreciate this particular piece of ephemera:
Because the way you want to advertise your funeral home is with a picture of a boy and his dog.
The slogan’s nice, though: Our aim is to be worthy of your friendship. Mine, too.