When I returned from my trip to Illinois last month, I brought back this old tattered gray drawer thingy, which I bought at the flea market.
While it was love at first sight for me, not so much for Wild Bill.
The first time I saw it, I said "Oh My"
Wild Bill said the same thing, but not in a good way!
His was more of a "Oh...My!"
Is it that men cannot see the beauty in a little shabbiness?
Someone please explain?
Joining these parties this week...where people with better taste than Wild Bill will surely share my opinion: