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After an amazing brunch, which I told you about yesterday, my mom, Andy and I wandered around downtown Thomasville for a few hours. I got to introduce my mother to two of my favorite shops of all time: Firefly and The Bookshelf.
Firefly has all sorts of interesting “home goods” stationary, serving trays, scented candles, brass bunnys, but they also have some really unique jewelry and toys/games for children. Most everything in the store has a practical use, but there is a twist. Like a bottle opener that looks like an octopus or framed pictures of animals wearing old fashion military uniforms. Even better the shops is constantly bringing in new merchandise and changing up their displays.
The Bookshelf is simply a really great bookstore. I love my Kindle as much as the next girl, but there is just some thing about the smell of a new book, the crack of the spine the first time it opens and the weight of it in your hands. I makes reading seem like a much bigger deal, knowing that there is an adventure or possibly a whole new world contained within the ink and paper in your hands. Gives me shivers. And they have kiosk where you can by cupcakes from a local bakery. Really really delicious cupcakes.
Mom and I wrapped up her birthday weekend with the Paint Your Pet Class at Painting with a Twist. Mom painting my Aunt Charlotte’s cat Kiki (on the left) and I painted my youngest fur baby Oliver (on the right). It was a blast and I would love to do it again.
Last weekend Andy and I took a quick jount across the state line to Thomasville GA. We recently discovered that the town has a nice little downtown area with lots of great restaurants and quirky little shops. My absolute favorite shop to visit is called Firefly. The store is the tiniest bit creepy, but it is chalk full of nooks and crannies that contain tiny treasures.
I desperately want the mason jar lighting fixture that is suspended over the check-out counter. I keep telling Andy that it would be perfect for our dining room, but he’s all like “No, we need to have a ceiling fan in there so it won’t get hot.” Blah, blah, blah, logical reasoning and practicality. Oh well, I guess one of us has to be the responsible one.