The spoils of war

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me…

Met my sister for a bottle (or two) of prosecco, a fancy salad and a quick trawl of the local charity shops in her area. She was mortified, but as I was the birthday girl, she was forced to acquiesce.

These are the spoils of a day's drunk shopping.

From L-R…

1. Vintage Mills & Boon book

2. One fortune-telling penis

3. One picture of a big, scary baby

4. One vintage hairband box/possibly a champagne bucket.

I'm planning on framing the book in a boxframe and using the champagne bucket to put hairbands in. The creepy baby picture is my pride and joy - see how happy it made me:

*Edit* My boyfriend has told me that my room is now 'man repellant'.