Usually, we seem to notice a theme somewhere in the writing of our posts, but for some reason this week just seems to be sort of roaming around, so let us take you on our random journey.
I guess when you start out with something this ugly, it is all downhill from there:
Maybe if they had stacked a bit more on it at the thrift store, someone would have been fooled into taking it home? I hope they entered it into the ugly couch contest before donating it.
This next one was one of those things that is almost soooooo bad that it is good, but then again, not quite:
Now this looks like a totally harmless tray:
Zoom in, it’s made of “selected wood covered in fine lithographed paper”. Now how could you resist that? That paper just drips of high quality. Only the best homes have select woods too. They are so select, they had to cover them in paper to hide them.
Now for yet another thing that didn’t make the grade, no matter how much I love cats:
No, No, No, cats should always be allowed to come out of their trance before being cast in porcelain, and put on a shelf. Not to mention, capturing them in the downward facing dog yoga position is just mean.
Yet another pig got to us this week:
We couldn’t figure out whether he was skating on thin ice, or just too darn big a pig for those little stick legs to hold him up. Looks like it is taking all his concentration just to stay upright. We should probably leave him in peace.
I have never been a fan of the artificial “collectible” market and this is the reason why:
It was a good thing they labeled parts of this nifty kitchen necessity:
Not sure if you can see in the photo, but each of the pseudo books is labeled with a different type of cookery. Yeah, you guessed it, it’s a recipe box. Each book tips out on hinges to reveal the opening. We are going to hope that some enterprising 12 year old made it in shop for his mother. Yep, let’s stick to that story. We can see the sweet woman losing all her recipe cards out the back of this thing every time she touched it. We know she must have been sweet since the recipe box wasn’t converted into kindling after the 100th time her recipes spilled on the counter.
To finish up, lets check out this ultimate collectible lamp:
You know, for the Elvis fan who has everything, except the good sense to stick with just collecting his records. I think I could never listen to his music in good conscience again, if I had this thing staring at me from the side table. It’s probably the lamp that would never get hit by the football and broken either. That’s why it has survived to grace this garage sale, and probably others after this.
And so we put an end to our peripatetic musings. Hoping all your finds are good ones.
Ha! Kathy thinks this post is all finished, but we have gotten a late submission:
A Faithful Reader wanted a picture published of the wooden spoon which she and her husband received as an anniversary present from his mother. They aren’t quite sure what it’s supposed to be used for, surely not as decoration! Hopefully someone who reads this post will have some insight into this “unusual” gift. The recipients would like to use the spoon correctly while the giver is visiting; then it can go into a kitchen drawer and hopefully be forgotten by all involved. To be fair, the carving is very well executed; why they picked a Steve Buscemi look-alike we’ll never know. He sure is kind of funny looking, yah know.