I'm on a shopping high. I spent most of the day scouring thrift stores on the outskirts of town, looking for stuff for Stinge. I found four great cross-body bags, some shoes, and a few tops, but the prize of the day was a selfish find: a complete set of 1955 Homer Laughlin china. Maybe I don't need it, maybe I'm too young to get so excited about dishes, but I'm in love. Now I think I need a china cabinet.