The latest pins and hair clips

My stove cratered last week. I would set it at 250 and it would suddenly rocket up to 450. Not awesome. So we started to hunt around for a used stove. We found one. And how. We found a couple who were downsizing and moving to follow their grand-babies east. They had both a fridge and stove for sale. Since our fridge is of the same vintage as the newly deceased stove, we thought we should pick up both to be on the safe side.

Lets just say I made these hair clips because I need to go to the farmers market to make back some of the cash we dropped on the appliances. A fridge and stove are purchases I don't want to make very often. So the ones we found are only four years old and are pretty much 120 times fancier than the ones now resting in the garage. My fridge makes me feel unworthy. It is a beast. It is the clear focus of our diminutive kitchen. The stove has two separate ovens and, though it is certainly fancier than what I had in mind, I am rapidly rationalizing it's presence here by way of it's superior efficiency. I am an appliance slut it seems.