Oh ladies. I'm chuckling.... of course I bought something. I ran around the store six or seven times in anguish of course, trying my best to figure out how to fit four quilts and ten frames in my carry on bag. But after the sweat on my forehead cooled and I practiced deep breathing to bring my blood pressure down, I settled on a bar of soap (it smells like rosemary) and this sweet little frame.
There were several frames made by this company throughout the store. They're all made from reclaimed lumber from old houses, so the shapes and paint colors are all different. This was one of the smallest, Saint 2 (my sister-in-law) got a larger one with a lovely weathered wood/beige finish.
I also put the black rocks and broken sand dollars I picked up on Cannon Beach in the mason jar to the left. They're all currently on my desk, where I'm hoping they'll inspire me to start writing something fabulous. But mostly I just sit and stare at them.