Flamingos

were carefully transported in my purse.  These beauties were spotted by my sister in an antique shop and had to come home with me.  They reminded me of knick knacks either my mom or my neighbor had when I was 4 (that fact explains why I can't remember whose they were as I spent a lot of time at Mrs. Maltby's house!!) Does that make me an antique, too?!  Don't answer that--I prefer to think of myself as a "collectible"!