Almost exactly a year ago I was pining over some Crosley turntables since the untimely death of my previous one. (Well…it was really more of a homicide since I ended up dropping it in the middle of a move. oops) My records have been collecting dust on the shelf anxiously awaiting the time I’d buckle down and buy a new one. Needless to say it kept getting pushed off for more exciting purchases (read: food/trips/nail polish) and quickly forgotten. So yesterday I was shocked when Ned surprised me with a sweet new Crosley turntable as a belated birthday gift! It’s so lovely to have the sound of albums playing in the background. There’s something so wonderful about listening to Dean Martin while making coffee in the morning.
We made it back from our San Francisco trip safe and sound. Projects have me scampering around at the moment but I’ll share some pictures soon. What a gorgeous little corner of the country.
