Thrift Needlepoint

I think part of the lure of going to the thrift store is that you never know what you will find. That and the feeling of searching through someone else's attic. So what does that say about me? That I'm a thrill-seeking voyeur? A nosy pack rat? :)

I usually come home with some sort of dish, or maybe some flower prints or a piece of silverplate. But last week, I stumbled upon four sweet little needlepoint pictures -- two of flowers and a pair of children in old fashioned costume. As usual, I just couldn't resist. :)