Life's a Stitch

I’m partial to all things treasure hunting. Geocaching, mushrooming, bargain hunting in liquidation stores where items are returns from the likes of Target, Walmart or Amazon. Daughter M and I went to one last year that had heaps of open box Instant Pots. One whiff was all it took to realize they were after use returns. Think the scent of leftover meatloaf. No thank you.

We returned for Christmas shopping, accompanied by B, who inherited the bargain hunting gene from both parents, and girlfriend, S. We were greeted by a herd of pastel ponies to match their outfits.

Then came the edible eye shadow.

What the heck? Was it designed to lick off of eyelids?  Reading the steps it was even less clear:

1. Mix and color

2. Fill

3. Eat

4. Wear

Next we found Glenda Glitterpoop, a Feisty Pet. A picture is worth a thousand words:

Among my actual purchases was a brand new (no trace of meatloaf scent) open box Instant Pot for $30. At our Christmas Wilbo Family Reunion C mentioned twice that he wished he had one. His wish came true and it was used five times over the course of the week. 

And this one made it under the tree. A perfect choice for four boys, ages 3-7.