This morning, a few garage sales, nothing too promising. I'm looking for a going away gift for the Italian Waiter. Nada...
But I find a pair of Antique Candlesticks, (I know, I know...what am I going to do with them all?), a cheap canvas messenger bag to replace the one that was stolen from the jeep (and still no word from Calgary's Finest, not holding my breath), and .... (hold your breath):
Look close...
Not a bad morning, I'd always wanted to have one of these to put on my girlfriends, wrist, now, without a girlfriend, I have a Fake Cartier.
The daughter, we'll see if she has an appreciation for the imitation of finer things, she's a few significant dates coming up...