Time to celebrate!
It's a red-letter day!
Why, you ask?
Why, it's obvious, don't you think?
I now have 13 followers!
(BTW, thanks to you who follow me. . . it means a lot.)
The number 13 has always been good to me. After all, I was born on the 13th. So I've always had a little soft spot for the "unlucky" number. It's been pretty good to me. . . .
My brother was also born on the 13th. Back then I don't know if I considered that lucky. He was a little brother, after all. He's grown up okay though, and has some pretty good qualities. He's an EMT and firefighter and helps a lot of people, including my mom, so I guess the kid turned out alright ( * wink * ).
I've started a little collection of "13's." My parents got me my first one, eons ago. It's a brass cow tag.
Here's a few more from my collection. . .
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| Picked up these cuties on our recent "flea.o.logist's" trip to Southern California at a delightful shop in Pasadena called "Zinnia." It's the store I want to open someday. You can check out their blog here: http://zinnia4crafts.blogspot.com/ |
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| The "13" on one of my many scales. (What IS it about scales, anyway?) |
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| Cute little "13" tag I found on eBay that will find it's way onto a necklace someday. . . |
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| Darling vintage store-shelf price tag I picked up at the last Acorn Antique Show. Pictured on one of my "favorite finds," a Hoosier cabinet I bought from fellow flea.o.logist Jenn. |
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| One of the clocks from my collection. Set to 1:13 PM. AKA 13:13. Which is the time when our second son entered our world. He was born on the 31st, a date with good numbers, but just a little backward, methinks. |
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| This would be me. Born 3-13. |
So thanks again to my original 13 followers.
(Not that more would be unlucky, though. . . )
You got me thinking about my favorite number.
