Junk Store Journey
A friend and I visited some antique stores today. I was genuinely surprised I could handle an outing this intense (several hours of winter driving, lots of walking, not being near a bathroom at all times) but it went great. So great that I forgot to get more pictures (although there weren't many truly cursed items, and there were no fun hats to try on). I also tried Faygo, because a grocery store had a bizarre selection of drinks (it was fine).
From the comments
James Petrosky:I found three art prints I'd have loved to buy, one of my #2 or 3 favourite Tom Thompson painting and to Benjamin Chee Chee goose prints (one is the goose design on my goose hat and toque, the other was another in that particular series). I'm going to think on the goose prints, I'm not really buying stuff anymore but it might bring me enough joy that I can break that rule this once. I try not to go there, but had I been healthy right now I'd have picked up all three and been so delighted by my new decorations, very personal to me and way more Canadian than I ever expected of myself. It was a delight to see the prints, but they acted as memento moris I didn't want to deal with today.