Every Sunday Mike and I go to the Chattanooga Market. This week after the market we went downtown to have lunch and do some window shopping. Mostly to peek in the window of the store that sells my pottery haha!
And I saw my chicken baker!
Mike was like, "seriously? what are you doing?" and I was like, "taking a picture.. duh". Then he said "so why don't you come back when they are open and go in and take a picture?" While that may make sense to some, it makes me more happy to peek inside the window.
Because my things are in there and I can see them (this makes more sense in my head).
I get all giddy and squeally inside and I can't let strangers see that. They'll think I'm crazy haha!