Weekend with my mom.

This weekend we took a quick three day trip to see my mom on the coast. Friday we went to work with her and stopped by the Salvation Army in San Jose, because as my mom explained: THIS Salvation Army is the Rodeo Drive of them all. She knows these things.

Lines of people at the front entrance, back entrance, people with running shoes on. People with crazy looks in their eyes. As soon as the doors open they charged in.

And then I saw it.

The sign.

50 % off the entire store.

I found a big, lovely, old framed oil ocean painting, a 16 gallon shop vac, a set of six gorgeous Henredon cane-back chairs. Plus a few other things, a silver perfectly tarnished champagne bucket and a silver leaf barrette made in France. I walked out paying less than fifty for EVERYTHING.

After our thrift high we washed our hands and headed over to Santana Row to look for a dress for the teenagers middle school graduation.

We stopped at Anthropologie, she tried on a few things but everything there was a bit too informal or they didn't have her size.

Peeked in Z Gallerie.

This couch was amazing. The perfect soft shade of pastel.


I need this. Well maybe not but it would be really nice to have.

The Vintage Wine bar, right in the middle of the street. It would of been fantastic to stop but it was only noon and I don't start my drinking until one. Next time.

We stopped at Borders and I found five hardbound gorgeous books to use as decor (for a dollar each!) My mom commented that they are so large, it would be appropriate to charge them rent.

Lunched at a Mexican restaurant (teenager was very upset that we went into the only Mexican restaurant that did not serve burritos) and headed over to the mall across the street. I think we went into every store; Macy's, Nordstrom, Forever 21, BCBG, Betsey Johnson, White house black market on and on...and on. But we found her dress! And her first pair of electric blue/turquoise, suede, round toed, two inch pumps.