Merry Unbirthday to Me

One of my favorite places to wander around aimlessly is the Pride’s Corner Flea Market.  JR goes and looks at the records and I move through the aisles like a hawk, with all my senses looking for ‘just that thing’ that I want to take home with me.

On our most recent visit, it was some guitar picks cut from gift cards, but the vendor wasn’t there, even when I circled around twice.  I remembered when I had gotten there I spied an old, beat-up, albeit broken (but still totally awesome) Hell’s Angel belt buckle at my favorite table (when you go there, it’s the one at your back if you’re buying something from the snack bar).

The guy was out, but when he came back I asked him how much it was.  He said “Oh, well — it’s broken, so Happy Birthday!”

Unexpected gifts from people with excellent taste when it’s not even your birthday.  Yesss.

Here’s my new pressy:

Wheels turning as to what I could do with it… big necklace medallion comes to mind, but it would require a little metal work.  It might also be really nice in our herb garden when it gets growing.  Sewn in to a shoulder bag?  Any other ideas?