Therapy.

My means of therapy changes periodically. For a while it was buying and watching movies. At times it's been reading or music. For a short while it was blogging. Really it's anything low-energy that takes my mind off the pain. The past couple weeks I've had two means of therapy: antique shopping and making things.

I found this really great antique store in town and then went three times in one week. That has potential to get a little expensive, not to mention I'm filling my house with junk. And to quote my mom, I'm going to turn into "a quirky old lady at 22." I love it though. I find something new every time. Here are some things I've bought:

New centerpieces for my kitchen table. Yes, that's a lettuce. It's ceramic. It opens up and you can put things inside. My words as I cleaned it off: "How could anybody let this go?!" And the cow salt and pepper shakers--I talked myself out of buying them one day but had to go back for them. I couldn't resist.
I LOVE this hat. It's living on my lamp for the time being, but I'm going to wear it every chance I get. I already wore it once--yes, in public--twice if you count the day I wore it home from the store. It's such a good hat.I've also started making things. Gluing is very therapeutic. The great thing about making things is I can make things and give them away. People love it when you make things for them. I made Mom a Mother's Day gift. (can't put pictures of that on here.) Here's a picture of some real cute key hangers I made, though. One is for Christian so she doesn't keep losing her keys and locking herself out of her apartment.