Does anyone else get goosebumps just before entering through the doorway of a thrift store? I love the thrill of not knowing what I'm going to find. This post confirms my addiction and proposes that the act of thrifting is not unlike a good quality drug.
Perhaps some patch work cushion covers with the above fabrics?
I feel an obsession for old malamine crockery building.
...*sigh of contentment* :)