Estate Sale Overload

Well, that title may be a bit misleading, as we truly do not think there is such a thing, but we did have two really good ones in a row, and that does tend to overload our wallets.  So much so, that sometimes we have to tippy-toe past the husbands to hustle our treasures into the house.  I am going to handle the first one this week, and Deb will catch the other one next week.  Sound like a plan?

Our favorite thing about this sale were the Velveeta cheese boxes full of crazy things.  We each drug a few home.  In one of mine, there were six pairs of vintage Barbie shoes, so whatever happened, I felt OK.  We were able to leave the following goodie boxes alone:

Deb actually has a fondness for those metal flower pins in the center, so I don’t know how she resisted, other than the fact that she would have had to assemble them all again.  We weren’t sure why the owner felt the need to dismantle all those pins.  Some permanent “he loves me, loves me not” thing?  The box of quilling paper in the front was intriguing, but I already had several boxes of stuff, and if I owned it, I would have to quill, and who has the time?

This woman did every craft under the sun, and a few she shouldn’t have.  Check out the afghan closet:I bet she had this stash for any emergency gift-giving situation.  I am sure her entire family let her know weeks in advance when their birthdays were coming up, just to avoid getting one of these.  After you crochet all those afghans, what could you do with all those leftover scraps of yarn?  Why, cover every hanger in the house, of course:

Deb swears that clothes stay on those really well, but I just couldn’t face seeing that cacophony of colors in my closet.  I think they clash with EVERYTHING I own.  In fact, I am sure of it.

This at least made us laugh:

Frankly, I am glad to have been given permission to gobble down every cookie in the jar.  It is way better than making you feel guilty.  And no, seeing that piggy face does not slow me down.  Especially if the cookies are homemade!

We also liked these paper dolls:

You can see there are some regular-sized dolls in the front, so the two standing up were really large.  I don’t remember ever seeing any in this big of a format before.  There were no clothes for the large cuties in the photo, so we passed.  Deb got a vintage Barbie set, though, so we felt like we had gotten our paper doll fix.  I really did love paper dolls as a kid.  I don’t know how today’s children are going to fare missing out on some of these simple quiet pleasures we grew up with.

Looking at the above photo, I now notice that the corner shelves were adorned with pom-pom trim too.  Take a look at the window treatments:

I guess, now that I look closer, it was all shelving, but still, it made for a lot of pom-poms.  They go so well with the giant cabbage roses on the curtains:

Roses and pom-poms a ’60’s housewife decorating dream.

Sometimes when we are wandering thought the house grabbing all those silly things that we feel the need to drag home, we forget to look at the house, but this time we did notice the kitchen floor:

This “honest to goodness” linoleum was in near perfect shape.  The real deal wears like iron, and with just a little care can last for decades.  I sure hope that whoever buys the house has the good sense to mop this floor and keep it intact.  It’s good for at least one more owner.  They really don’t make them like they used to.  Actually, I believe you can still purchase real linoleum, but it is ungodly expensive!

Since we liked the flooring, how could we not take a shot of the bathroom scale:

More linoleum on the biggest,baddest, scale I have ever seen.  I would be terrified to gain even one ounce, as it might come to life like the vintage sci-fi robot it resembles and take me to task for eating all those cookies out of the piggy jar!

We are keeping things short for these next few weeks as many of you are enjoying spring breaks, and we don’t want you to have too much to catch up on!  Have a great week, and let us know if you find anything fabulous at an estate sale your area!


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The Luck of the Irish

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to us all.  May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks. May your heart be as light as a song. May each day bring you bright, happy hours that stay with you all the year long:St Patrick's Day

We’re having the luck of the Irish as far as our weather goes.  It’s been sunny and in the high 70ºs for a couple of days.  The wind has stopped blowing for the most part, too.  I’ve been looking at reports of the eastern part of the US and it looks like March is now all lion and no lamb.  Hope everyone has power and some help with the snow shoveling.

We actually have a couple of St. Patrick’s Day related finds, which is rare for us.  This first one is actually a twofer find and neither is terribly objectionable:

St Patrick's Day twofer

A little something for either sex and we aren’t saying who might like what.  We’ve been known to wear any hats that strike our fancy, and we know lots of guys who like dolls.  It’s a wonderful world when people can play with what they like.

We both thought this was objectionable:

Begorra, away with you now

It makes me mad that I didn’t capture the goofy shamrock bobbing off his (?) hat.  I’ve decided that this is a Pinterest fail; that’s the only way I can make sense of this beastly mess.  If I had made it, it would have been used to start a fire and no one would be the wiser.  And, to be truthful, this is how I paint—at a toddler level.

I’m not sure that this knitted wonder is really associated St. Paddy’s Day:

Scary toy

But it does have green on it.  That is the only kind thing I can say about it.  I just can’t imagine what Grandma was thinking about when she made this for a grandkid.  Why didn’t she knit a monster?  So much cuter:

Knitted monster dolls

We saw this pillow and endorsed its message:

Marshmallow pillow

Maybe not marshmallows per se, but s’mores are awesome!  We’re easy.  Speaking of marshmallows, we will check out the Peep Show at the Washington Post for Easter.  Who knows what crazy things people will build with Easter Peeps?

I have to say this describes me pretty well:

Resist temptation

Kathy has a little more discipline than I do, but just barely.  We buy things that we have tons of—witness our jewelry, linen, button, bead, purse, and doll collections.

Oh dear, where do I start?

Oh, Goddess save us

To me, this looks like a melancholy, possibly impoverished mom, holding her child, while looking at said child with big sad eyes.  How is this something you want to see regularly?  It’s depressing, and that doesn’t fly in my house any more.  If B.H. went insane and brought this home, I would have to borrow a shotgun to take care of the problem.

Let’s end on a CRAZY thing:

Toaster Cover

I think this is a toaster cover, or maybe a doorstop.  Kathy, do you remember?  (Kathy: for some reason tea cozy sticks in my mind ) It doesn’t matter what it is, just that it exists.  This might qualify as the most ridiculous thing we’ve ever seen, although it’s hard to be sure.  We laughed, loudly, for several minutes when it popped into view.  Can you imagine the proud crafter showing this to their friends and family expecting them to ooh and aahh?  I don’t think that I could be tactful, but might instead blurt out something like, “Are you feeling okay?” in a very worried tone.  Good thing no one can see me right now; I’m still giggling at the picture!

Thanks for reading.  I’m going outside to enjoy my blooming bulbs:





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Jewels that Jiggle or En Tremblant

Look how fancy I am.  You just got about half of my French.  OK, maybe not that bad, but I don’t know a lot.  Today we are going to talk about jewelry with a little wiggle in its walk.  Both Deb and I are really rabid jewelry collectors, but we don’t seem to talk a whole lot about it on the blog, so I though this might be fun.  Plus, I just found out about a really interesting piece of jewelry that I will highlight later on, and I really wanted an excuse to share it with you all!  So first a definition.  En Tremblant means to tremble, and it refers specifically to a type of jewelry with a separate piece attached with a spring that allows it to move when the wearer is moving.  Most of the time these early pieces were flowers where the stamens or petals move, but it has been adapted to a lot of other things as well.  I also decided while we were getting jiggy to show a few other ways that designers have allowed their pieces to move.  So get ready for some pieces from both of our collections.

We will start with my true tremblers:


The green grass-flocked wings on this insect are mounted on springs allowing them to flutter.  I have no idea why he has furry wings.  The collective weirdness of this fellow made me buy him.

Here is view of the back so you can see the springs better.  Notice them up against the body on each wing:


He is even a signed piece, but still too odd to be worth a whole lot, except to a nut like me who likes bug pins of any sort.

This bluebird has the same setup for the front wing:


This one is a little odder in that the spring goes through a hole in his body allowing the wing to flutter in front of the rest of his body.  The body is cold-paint enamel.  Both of these pins are about 2½ inches across.

Now here is a true trembler in every sense.  This pin dates to about the 1860s, and it is the one I wanted to show off:


The larger blossom in the center is mounted on a spring shown here:


You can see the flat metal coil that allows this blossom to move with the slightest touch.

The entire pin is made of mother of pearl, and covered in hundreds of minuscule natural pearls. The pearls are held in place with gut. The whole pin is well over four inches long, so it was quite a statement piece.  When I first got the pieces, I kept thinking this was fishing line, and it was messing up my dating of the piece.  I tripped over some pictures of similar ones on Pinterest of all places, and was finally able to date the pin.  I also purchased a second much smaller piece at the same time.  They are so incredibly fragile that they just live in a box in my jewelry box, but I love them.  Here is a nice shot of the back showing how the whole thing is put together.  You can also get a better idea of some of the damage already gathered after 140 years:


Now we move on to some other forms of movement.

Here is variation that we see now and again.  This mamma kangaroo’s little joey has a head that is able to bob due to being fastened on with a rivet.  The rivet is under the pin part, so I couldn’t get a very good shot of the back, but trust me, his little head moves.


These didn’t move so much on their own, but the wearer sure spent a lot of time playing with them!  Do kangaroos really have green eyes?

Lots of pins have suspended parts that swing with the wearers movement.  I highlighted this piece on our Facebook page a while back, but want to include it here, as it is just so darn cute:


This piece probably dates to the late ’30s.  The monkey’s tail is hooked over the branch, and he swings from the trees just like a monkey should.  Every time I see this piece I think of the old song Abba Dabba Honeymoon!  No, I am not THAT old, I just had a lot of my Grandmother’s records and that one was in there!

Here is a modern twist on the swinging theme:


This pin is marked J.J.  They make decorative pewter jewelry, and I think they are some the most inventive folks around.  I snap up their pieces whenever I see them, as they always have a lot of whimsy.  Since they are still in business, they are a bargain right now, but I truly think they will be more collectible as time goes on.  The little cat swings gently with the movement of the wearer.  Just makes you smile, doesn’t it?

Here is another style of made-to-move jewelry:


This tiger is hinged in many places allowing him to move with you.  Even more importantly he can drape over the wearers shoulder.  The pin is just under the front shoulders and he was made to be fastened there with the tail and lower body draped over the back of the shoulder.  Here he is full on, so you can see all the joints:


He is about 4 inches long.  I have actually never worn him, as he takes a pretty heavy sweater to support him, and then how do you wear a coat?  He still amuses me.

Deb here to finish off the post.  I have a few real tremblers too:

1940s Floral Broach

This might have been one of the first pieces of jewelry I bought from Kathy’s shop.  It’s a 1930s or ’40s cold-paint enamel and rhinestone brooch that’s three inches tall.  The trembler is the spray of red jewels in the top pink flower.  I should wear this more often.

Just like Kathy’s, not all of my trembling jewelry is elegant:

Dog, er squirrel,or bear pin

This little wood pin is marked Japan.  I’m not sure what creature this is supposed to be, but we decided it was a dog.  I got this as a gift from Kathy, but I would have bought it if I had seen it first.  You can see the spring right out in the open, but it’s stiff.  His head only moves if you flick it with a finger.

This lion isn’t really much better on the dignity scale:

Cowardly Lion  back of Lion's head

This little guy is just weird enough to ring my bell.  He makes me dizzy when I wear him on a sweater; that spring behind his head is really loose.  His head bobs around like a helium balloon on a string.

I have pins that move in all kinds of ways.  The next two get all their shimmy from the “jewels” being on jump rings.

First up is this poor fur clip:

LIlies of the Valley 2

It is in kind of rough shape, and a lot of the finish has worn off the metal and fake pearls.  I only wear it on big sweaters and coats because it’s heavy, and I don’t like to poke two big prongs through my shirts.

This dainty pin is a favorite:

Red flower boquet

It doesn’t have a mark but I love its simple Deco lines.  The flowers tremble delicately every time I take a step.

This next pin moves with a lever:

Warner New York closed   Warner New York open

A leaf is attached to a lever.  The flower starts out tight, and as you move the lever up, the flower opens up on little strap hinges.  I also bought this pin from Kathy’s shop.  It’s marked Warner New York, which is a mark for Diana Warner.  She seemed to make a lot of moving pieces using levers.  It is extremely wearable and an eye-catcher at nearly three inches across.

This pin is a no-brainer for me.  He is only 1.5 inches tall and is marked Napier:

Poodle pin  SMH

I am very careful with this pin.  The head is pretty shaky and I had another one that broke when I dared to move the head.  I do wear this for special occasions.

This little 1940s frog pin moves in another way:

Dancing Frog  Dancing Frog

His legs swing up and down on a rivet attached to the clasp.  He looks like he is dancing a jig.  He’s a little guy, measuring 1.25 inches.

Lastly, I have two pins with moving glasses:

The Eye Glasses Have it  Ahh, now we can see

They are both an inch tall, and marked.  The mouse is marked Avon, and the owl, Coventry.  Since I wear glasses, I’m partial to pins with glasses.  I noticed that the poor mouse is missing his eyes, so I’ll have to fix that.  The glasses pivot on rivets attached to the side of the critters’ heads.

Thanks for reading.  We hope you enjoyed another one of our strange collections.  We have been talking about doing a post on our plastic jewelry, which for the most part is really wild stuff, so stay tuned.



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March is Roaring Like a Lion

Not the weather, which has gone back to unseasonably warm (60ish °F and sunny all weekend, yay!), but our finds have been roaring lately.  We find the weirdest things at the bins, plus we went to a far-out estate sale a couple of weeks ago.  I should warn you right now that there is a horrendous clown in this post, but at least he comes with a story of sorts.

How about bins first and then estate sale?

bird mask

This mask has WTF written all over it!  I think it might be a mascot, or a monster in a game, or … ?  I did an image web search and it came up with “orange”.  How helpful.  There wasn’t a body with the hood, but the way things get separated in the bins, that’s not surprising.  If any of you recognize and want to admit it semi-publicly, let us know what it is, please.

In our quest to document all the neon, weird crochet throws out there, here’s our latest entry:


I’m trying to be a kinder person, so here goes: it looks warm, I like blue, and we’ve seen worse.  They say it takes practice to adopt new behaviors, but I don’t think we can do that with our blog finds dogging us.

I’m not sure what the aim was here:


Someone took beer bottle caps and attached them to a belt, okay.  But the buckle is a seat belt buckle from a GM car.  I have a couple of observations about this.  Wouldn’t it be heavy enough to pull your pants down if you aren’t careful?  Do you make them to size, because I don’t see how you could tighten this belt, which would send me back to my first thought.

There were tubs of these cases:

what-was-in-the-of-bins-of-what  bins-of-what?

Well, Lauren Hutton is a fashion icon, but they weren’t really big enough for sun glasses.  I see from a brief Google search that she has many makeup lines, so this case might be related to makeup.  But they were all empty!  Plus, this is Fort Collins, CO so where did hundreds of empty leather cases stamped with Lauren Hutton’s name come from?  Sigh, another mystery that is likely never to be resolved.

Along with crochet throws, we are pretty darned annoyed by ugly quilts:

Ugly quilt  ugly-quilt-closeup

Just like crochet projects, if you’re going to go to all the trouble to produce something, why can’t it at least be presentable?  We’re not asking for works of art, but look at some of the color combinations in this quilt.  And you know that some of the fabric was polyester.  The closeup shows our favorite piece of fabric in the quilt— the red background with little men lined up in patterns.  So much nicer than that acid green and flowered fabric right next to it.  Plus, this quilt, with its wavy edges, took some skill to cut and piece.  The quilter needs a color wheel and the willingness to throw away scraps of ugly fabric.  If the fabric is cotton, you can compost it so you don’t feel guilty about throwing it away.

You know, I’m not sure what we hated the most in this picture:

clown pants or pillow

those giant stripey pants, or the icky green velour pillow?  I’m a plus-sized gal, and I would feel like a big top wearing those pants.  I don’t have a problem with a subtle pattern on my slacks, but this has all the subtlety of an air horn.  I’m not saying anything else about the pillow.  You all know our opinion of Seventies decor.

I’m posting an imminent clown warning right here.  If you scroll down past this next picture you’re going to be face-to-face with it.

Sometimes, when you grab a cord and pull, something unexpected arises from the depths of a bin:


That is one heavy, old-fashioned desk lamp.  I should have snagged it for 99¢ to use   for seedlings.  It still had its fluorescent bulb and I’m sure it still works; you can’t kill those things.

We still are going to estate sales, usually after lunch if it’s from this company.  This was held in a big fancy house, so the clown in the garage was pretty surprising, and not in a good way:

estate-sale-horror  200-dollar-clown

Honestly, I might have said the “F” word when stepping into the garage.  You can see how big it was from the plastic bin below it and the yellow backpack next to it.  As if its size and gaping maw weren’t enough to scare you, it has devil horns, just what I’ve always suspected that all evil clowns have under all that hair.

Turns out that this clown is “famous”:


Well, sorta.  The movie, Drive Thru features Horny, the clown who offs teenagers with his “meat cleaver from Hell”.  The script is visible next to the clown head, but seriously, who would pay $200 to be frightened over and over again in their own home?  I love bad movies and I don’t know if I could watch this mess.  IMDB agrees with me because it was rated 4.6 stars and I didn’t see that they made any money on the film.  If you want to see a bad, campy movie about clowns, I recommend Killer Klowns from Outer Space.  Or, B.H. recommended Shakes, the Clown as the best of the alcoholic clown genre movies.

Now, this is the same estate sale that Kathy and I bought jewelry, buttons, and assorted things from as you can see from our early February posts on FB, so to call them eclectic is an understatement.

This old converted clock case was interesting:


I kind of liked the bird picture highlighted.  I’m sorry the picture is so back-lit that you can’t see the details of the clock case.  If I had a nice tile, or a fine art picture, I wouldn’t mind framing it this way.

These two waffle irons made us laugh:


You could make big mama waffles or little baby waffles.  The little one looked like a serious waffle iron and not a child’s toy.  It was too heavy for a kid to play with.

Finally, this piece of “art” was in the bathroom:


It was weird, but if you are a free-spirit, then you might like this staring at you before your first cup of coffee.  At least it isn’t a 3-D clown!

Thanks for reading.  We have a post coming up soon about our en tremblant jewels, as the French call jewelry that trembles.  We’re including jewelry that moves in other ways, because that’s cool, too.  Plus, just in time for garage sale season, Kathy wrote a piece on her top 10 garage sales tips.



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16 Tons

In case you haven’t noticed, our new engrossing obsession is the ninety-nine cent room at Goodwill.  We haven’t done much else for WEEKS.  I have always said it is the thrill of the hunt that keeps rabid collectors in the game.  It isn’t what you already have that sets your little heart a-racing, it’s what MIGHT be out there waiting for you!  Luckily, along with the occasional goody for ourselves, the bins throw out plenty of blog fodder.  The only problem with this whole project, is that both of us find ourselves rubbing our aching shoulders and feeling like we have tossed well over 16 tons into the next bin.  Maybe next week we will take up singing while we do it.  Just so you have my ear worm, here is my favorite version of 16 Tons.

We have no idea what major health condition this cow is suffering from, but we are really worried:

heavenly-cowThis makes Mad Cow Disease look tame, doesn’t it?  Not only did its head forget to grow along with its body, but it is being photobombed by a comet on its side.  We refused to rescue this one and add it to the shelf to keep it from breaking.  We are hoping it died a merciful death … quickly.

Oh, the ’70s were bad:

straight-up-huggy-bear-pimp-hatAnd don’t forget to imagine it with the midi-coat and boots.  No matter how hard you tried with this, you still ended up looking like Huggy Bear from Starsky and Hutch.  I feel bad that I don’t have a photo for you, but trust me, the pimp look just doesn’t work.  It’s too bad, because the fabric on this hat is miraculous stuff.  Beautifully soft, and probably pretty warm, too.

While we are here, check out this coat:

vintage-mod-coatNot sure if this is late ’60s or early ’70s, but that lining is a real eye-opener.  At least you only blinded yourself with this coat, but that only works if you are into masochism.

If self-torture doesn’t work, we found this:

oh-my!-feather-love-cuffsThe box was empty, so it makes you wonder if someone was too embarrassed by the box and still wanted to surprise their sweetie, or if the donor just wanted to start odd conversations in the back of Goodwill.  ????  One never knows.

Speaking of brain teasers, this one had us scratching our heads:

cat-bagSo did a cat COME with the bag?  Are you supposed to put your current cat in the bag?  Are you supposed to draw up the drawstring nice and tight once the cat is in the bag?  When do you let the cat out of the bag?  I am pretty sure my feline would not be the least “purrrrfectly content” anywhere within a mile radius of said cat bag.  This was probably not the best seller at the local pet shop ever.  [2/24/17: an eagle-eyed reader gave us this link to explain this bag.  I’m not sure how well it would work, but okay.  Thanks Stephanie!]

I found this earlier this week, when I made a foray to the bins without my partner in crime.  Ran into another friend and her teenage daughter there.  I tried to get her to purchase this skirt.  She gave me a dirty look:

20170221_120027.jpgI get that you might have yarn scraps to use up, but please, just burn them.  Not only is it obscenely short, it is obscenely ugly.  I can’t think of any reason that anyone would have ever thought this to be good for anything.  The only word for it is UGH.

Maybe you could pair the skirt with these:

oh-those-golden-slippersI like shiny things just as much as anyone, but I draw the line at golden snow boots.  Actually, I would bet that they wouldn’t even be good for snow, so they are just useless unless you want to turn your red coat inside out and be blinding from top to bottom.  Might as well add the hat and skirt too.  OMG, I just terrified myself.

OK, after all that, you deserve something cute.  How about this adorable tea towel:

painted-day-of-the-week-towelThe design was only painted on, so not as good as it could be, and it was sadly stained, so Deb was not forced to rescue the sweet little dog in the corner and take it home.  We only found the one towel, so the rest of the days of the week were missing.  Looks like this was well-loved and well-used, which is actually the happiest thing for it.

This was kind of fun, too:

barbie-gameA vintage Barbie game.  This one saved me from myself by missing pieces.  I am so bad about dragging something home because it is “only” 99¢.  I just love the older graphics, and the ones that are even older yet are even better, but I am waiting for a vintage Queen of the Prom game to show up.  I just know for 99¢, it will happen!

And for our final head-scratcher of the week (sounds like we have fleas, doesn’t it?):

sky-portopottieWe have the flying port-a-potty.  We giggled for 10 minutes after seeing this.  The building below it is under construction, so we assumed they were moving it up the roof, so no one had to march down five stories to use the facilities, but it sure looked odd going up.  Also I am worried about having to clean it.  Will it fly again when they need to pump it out, or do they raise the truck up there, too?  We were also hoping they checked the occupancy before the crane took off.  Otherwise it might have been something straight out of a bad comedy movie.  It could inspire a lifelong fear of flying toilets!

I am going to call it quits for this week, as we had a tiny bit of snow, and for some reason our power keeps flickering.  You would think it was a blizzard instead of a half an inch of light white stuff.  Till next week.Save





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Is it Really February?

Of course, even discussing our unseasonable weather will curse us with a subzero blizzard but, I can’t help but notice that we are having April-like weather and temperatures.  As I write this at 2 pm, two days after Valentine’s Day, it’s 70º F outside.  A friend told me her iris are growing.  I gave my apple tree a hard stare and told its buds to stay tight.  We all love this weather, but it plays hell with our vegetation.  That’s why when you drive 20 miles out of town, all you see is brown grass, with an occasional cottonwood tree next to a creek.  The Pawnee Grasslands are a prime example of what eastern Colorado naturally looks like.

But I digress.  We have been mining the bins to good effect for weeks now.  It’s getting to the point that we might need two carts if I’m not careful.  And I’m not the only one:


As full as this cart is, we see plenty that are piled even higher.  If you find a good bin, you can fill a cart in a hurry.  Over the last month, I’ve found my niece three cashmere sweaters, clothing from The Loft, and a Vera Wang dress with its tags still on.  It’s hard to pass on those kinds of bargains.

But digging in the bins is not all wine and roses:


The three worst things in bins are: hangers, electrical cords, and yarn.  I’ve been known to pull out my Swiss army knife and cut the cord, literally.  Kathy wanted that white fence in the front of this mess.  It took a bit of finagling to untangle this snag of frustration, but she did it.  Things occasionally get so tortuous that it takes both of us to heave the enormous nexus of evil into the next bin over so we can ignore it and keep digging.  I frequently rub my shoulder Friday evening wondering why it hurts, and then remember—oh yeah, bins.

It’s kind of late now, but I should warn you there is a clown later on.  I’m not showing it next because I want to build tension.  ;- )

When you come down to it, there are things just as bad as clowns, like this lamp:


Gosh, I hope this is a Christmas decoration so it’s only out for a month, max, instead of all year long!  If this were my night-light, I would say, “turn on the dark”.  We didn’t pick Grandma up to see if she stands on her feet, or lies in a coffin when in use.

This is a little girl’s dress (we feel the need to say that out loud):


Do you know how hard it is to make an ugly little girl’s dress?  This might be the only one we’ve seen in a year.  Usually, those dresses are so cute that we wish we knew an eight-year-old to give them to.  Seriously, this is only fit for a Halloween costume or the rag bin.

I love boxes:

inlaid-box  inlaid-box-marks

But, having said that, I really like vintage ones.  This was really hard to leave behind as it is inlaid wood from Italy.  Such a bargain, too, at 99¢.  Since I didn’t drag it home, we put it on the shelf near the checkout where people stack the nice things they find rolling around in the bins.  Sort of a safe place, if you will.  It was gone the next time we came, so someone liked it.

I saw this sweet vintage baby doll and loved its dress:


I bought it because I think the dress will sell on Etsy. The doll, on the other hand:


We nicknamed her Devil Doll.  Those eyes are straight out of The Exorcist!  You can’t see it in this picture, but her hair went straight up six inches in the back, sort of like you-know-who in the wind.  I didn’t know what to do with her besides burying her in my backyard in sanctified ground.  Rather than going to all the trouble of buying holy water and praying, I decided to clean her up:


That white film came off her glass eyes at the cost of a few eye lashes.  She still is kind of stained, even after scrubbing, but I did get her hair clean and combed—a major accomplishment.  Last week I found that little dress in the bins, so she is all ready to go back out into the world better than I found her.  Besides the cute green dress in the first picture, she had one of those Carters undershirts on with snaps on cloth tabs.  I can remember those from my own childhood, lo those many years ago.  It’s a long shot, but if any of you want her, she’s yours for the shipping.  I feel for well-loved dollies, but there isn’t room in my house for things I don’t love.

Okay, bring in the clown:


I found his face particularly disturbing.  B.H. is now calling me a clown racist—he likes the eyes.  What is even more disturbing is that some well-meaning crafter made him!  We can only hope that she didn’t give him to an innocent child!  Well, he’s in the bins, and hopefully he ends up where he ultimately belongs, in the landfill.

Congratulations to Carol S. for winning the drawing for “Crap at my Parents’ House”.  Hope you get many laughs from it and pass it on to someone who needs it.

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Love is in the Air

Love is in the air, or is that dust?  As the wind is starting its annual March thing a little early, I am going with dust, or mag chloride, or something.  What ever it is, it’s making me sneeze!  I get a little testy around this time of year, as the allergies are already starting, so forgive me if I am less than romantic this time around.  Then again, it might have something to do with the poor taste of the Valentine gifts that we have rounded up this year.

Let’s start with the ubiquitous “Love Monkey”:

i-kind-of-feel-sorry-for-himWhat is it about monkeys that make folks at the gift-giving industry think of love?  We seem to come up with a monkey every year, so I know they make them constantly.  I am hoping they are not trying to point out that all men are apes, and need love to keep them in line.  Speaking for ourselves, our hubbies are waaaaaay better than that.  At least they always have the good taste to pass right by the primates, and pick out a better gift.

Of course they are both rather into superheroes, so we are hoping they don’t spot this:

put-him-in-the-moodHoly Cup Size, Batman, it’s a nightie!  I suppose the woman who wore this, was desperate to get her fella’s nose out of the latest comic book, but I think there had better have been a mask involved too.  Most guys would rather go for Catwoman anyway.  Whatever … it obviously didn’t work, as it made the bins at Goodwill.  Maybe the next gal will have more than ninety-nine cents worth of luck with it.

Now we actually rather liked this:

valentine-hankySeriously, if my hubby gave me this and a nice card, I would be delighted.  Now, all you guys shopping for monkeys had better take note.  This is cheaper, and cute as can be.  We are pretty sure it was a charming Valentine gift for another lady in the past, but we don’t mine sharing, just more love to go around.

I know flowers are super expensive this time of year, for no good reason other than they can, but this is ridiculous:

2017-02-08-14.46.51.jpg.jpgHe just sent a photo of roses?  I guess they don’t wilt, and they probably cost a whole lot less, but we are betting this guy got the cold shoulder that evening.  I just don’t see this working out for anyone, so don’t cheap out this way.

Of course, this amphibian might not be the way to go either:


He had better turn into a heck of a prince, complete with a yacht and a summer home in Spain, if he wants my smooch.  He isn’t even so homely he passes into cute.  Just a sad little frog with a ruffled collar.  The wreath would probably be better off without him.

This last item really did it for us:

box-of-chocolateThis is the top of a lovely chocolate box, and here is the side to prove this rather large tin receptacle was full of the food of the gods:

chocolate-box-labelIt does say chocolates.  Kind of hard to read, but the sale was busy.  This box was well over 12 inches long and 4 inches tall.  That is my kind of box.  And back then, they didn’t cheap out and fill it with cardboard to make it look good.  It was obviously a pretty special gift to come in such a lovely tin.  Heck, we would take the empty tin, that is how weird we are.

Guys, take note: it really is the thought that counts, so take some time, pick something special, and I bet that gal will melt.  Actually, ladies, this goes for you too; who says the fellas have to do all the work!

Don’t forget to enter the contest from last week for the book give-a-way.  We will be doing the drawing on Valentine’s Day.  There aren’t too many entries yet, so make sure to leave a comment or a like, here or on Facebook under last week’s post!  Hope your Valentine is special!





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