Unfortunately, we didn’t go to Logan’s today; we just went to Fort Wayne. I love Logan’s; it is what I would like the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse to be. See:

But the PBC&R looks like this:

and this:

and this also:

But nevermind that. We were in Fort Wayne to take Colin to his doctor’s appointment and, oh by the way, we stopped at Goodwill. I bought a clock that plays a bit of a Christmas song on the hour and a little wooden box for keeping things in. I love little wooden boxes for keeping things in. I also got a pair of Land’s End jeans.

And now I’m in the place of the last picture . . . and a bunch, flock? school? bevy? of Raggedy Ann’s are staring at me from the love seat on the far wall – the one with the western sunrays in it.