Strolled down to Finders Keepers at Carriage Works on Friday, only for my eyes to be blinded by pretty sweet things. Every time I picked something up, I’d put it back down, thinking about the welfare of my youthful pockets. I’d also think about how highly possible that “Anna” could launch some of her own pretty sweet things in this kind of shindig, and, not overcharge.
Ah, Finders, Weepers.
