While I really enjoyed Kathy’s “Little Boxes” post last week, I’ve been stuck with the earworm, “Little Boxes” by Malvina Reynolds. Please share my pain! I like the song, but I’ve been singing it out loud for seven whole days now. I may have to take extreme steps and listen to a Queen album as they’re supposed to the be earwormiest musical group. Or I could just watch Mamma Mia again and sing ABBA for a week. At least I will have lots of songs to choose from. 😉 I’m particularly susceptible to earworms for some reason. The only cure is another catchy tune.
We ended up going to several thrift stores a couple of weeks ago because: A. the Goodwill Bins didn’t open until 10:20, and B. when we got in the backroom, we were so disgruntled that we didn’t stay all that long. Worry not; the rift was mended last week and it’s all good.
These kinds of crafts give us mixed emotions:
Well, I should say when they are nicely done, not this one specifically. We like the results and hope the makers used old dishes with problems. This group only brings on one emotion—annoyance. Did they have to use that lovely Jadeite plate in the topmost “flower”? Maybe they should have used one of those countless meh pieces of porcelain that we see most weeks in thrift stores and leave the Jadeite to us. Especially since they seem to have used a lot of modern china, that is nothing special, elsewhere. Thank goodness we didn’t see a brooch/vintage jewelry Christmas tree at the same thrift or we might have exploded. I just need to take a deep breath and get over it; it’s only one tiny piece of Jadeite for goodness’ sake.
Okay, I can see that this is going to be a cranky post since I’ve already mentioned a couple of our pet peeves. This next picture isn’t going to lower the snark level much:
I had to look at it for a while before I could tell what it was supposed to be, besides a hot mess. Those look like hummingbirds (!?) at the sides along with some very tangled greenery. I think the flowers at the top are either roses or poppies, neither of which attract hummingbirds. As to what it is, I think it’s a vase made from badly cut wood, or carved wax. We didn’t touch it in case it was catching. Why on Earth would Goodwill put this on a shelf instead of pitching it in the trash?
I think I was initially struck by the angry Native American inspired art:
I hope it was made with the noblest of motives since it isn’t very successful on aesthetics alone. After looking for a minute, it struck me how incongruous these two things are. The nice old veneer dresser, in pretty good shape, and the less nice, fairly new pot on top. They aren’t two things that I would ever put together in my head.
Time for something fun:
We thought these were a hoot. I’m not sure that they make effective decorations since they’re a little more than two inches tall. I bought a big bag of these a while ago, and shared with Kathy, because we thought they would be fun in doll dioramas. Mine are setting there looking at me—have you used yours yet, Kathy? ( Kathy here, the answer is NO ) I was pretty tempted by these in the box, but resisted because how many tiny Chinese doll lanterns do I really need?
Does anyone else have memories of getting their hair fried under one of these instruments of torture?
My long-ago beautician kept her hair dryer at roughly 1000º F and my ears were red from second-degree burns for a couple of days. Luckily, the dryer chair that I’m familiar with had avocado green plastic upholstery, so I didn’t have to kick this poor innocent harvest gold chair.
We have a couple of random pictures hanging about from the bins, so I might as well end with them:
This is such a typical pile of things we dig through. Nothing is related to anything else, but you never know what is under the top layer of junque. That poor deer, however, is not even worth 99¢. I think it was a greenware project, done by someone with paint-by-numbers level of artistic talent. After his antler broke, he’s a white elephant gift waiting to happen. The fabric mobile lying on the deer is pretty fun, as are the blue coffee pot and kitty pot on the bottom shelf. The bins give you lots of opportunities for the good amongst the indifferent and bad.
Lastly, this crazy framing of an attractive print:Let me say, I really like “The Soul of a Rose” by John William Waterhouse (1908). It’s a romantic tour-de-force. But, oy vey, this framing doesn’t do it any favors! Sometimes less is MORE; just stop already and let the art speak for itself!
Thanks for reading, and hopefully I’ll be singing ABBA while shopping Friday.