Truth: Craigslist is not our friend.

Sadly, we are what we shall call: Craigslist impaired. Every time we choose to peruse about, there is nothing but terrible photos of even more terrible nonsense or fabulous items with atrocious price tags. We rack our brains for delightful keywords and usually come out empty-handed and Google Reader clogged. (Yes, you can RSS a Craigslist search. Yes, it is more time consuming than helpful.)

So here we are, Craiglist forelorn, and what do we do? We read blogs and see photos and hear stories of all the lovely loveliness that everyone else and their entire extended families have located on none other than...yes, Craigslist. Curses!

P.S. Why is the Craigslist web icon a purple peace sign? Anyone?

Regardless, we have finally made amends with Craigslist. Our months of fruitless searches have ultimately left us with these:




Nikon, the resident pooch, is not so sure however and still declares Craigslist a fiend.



These letters look quite suspicious it seems and she spends most of her days eyeballing them worriedly since they've arrived. Perhaps she is just disheartened that her favorite planty friend (pictured with said letters: Rodger) is being held hostage and is unavailable for the usual mischievous leaf sniffing and dirt rummaging.

It should be noted, that while Craigslist finally revealed it's silver lining it was not without a fight. Read: Drive. A dark, rainy, 3 hour one at that.

Oh & yes, all the letters came with their bright red faces! Call dibs!
Arriving within the week to the shop.

Ciao!