On Saturday, Red Chief requested to go to the mall and ride the elevators and escalators. I said okay, since nearby stores had failed me. Tiger Lily has been growing out of her clothes (again) and all the shirts and onesies I see lately have silly sayings on them. I can't stand those.
The mall offered more tasteful apparel (and plenty of escalators), but I'm such a cheapskate and I balked at the (sale!) prices. We left with just one little outfit, but I had plans.
On the way home we hit the thrift store, and I found plenty of cute little-girl shirts in great condition with no troublesome statements printed on them.
While we were there, Red Chief had to check out the electronics, and I looked at books. I just had to take home these two. I love vintage LDS books about family and home, and I can't wait to read this 1959 volume with family night ideas.
The other is a reader from the 1950s. I felt the need to adopt it when I saw what was written in red on the cover: obsolete. No, my poor little reader, you are not obsolete, you are absolutely charming, and soon I will be reading Red Chief the abridgment of The Trolley Car Family that you contain.