Ah, here we are, a fresh new year, and a post full of last year’s castoffs. Well, they probably should have been cast off some 15 years ago, but you know how it is. Deb and I always hope that when we kick off, there will be someone having a ton of fun at our estate sales wondering why in the world some fool would bring “that” home, and why they didn’t get rid of it much, much sooner!
Take this first example:
I am pretty sure it is “supposed” to be a tree of life, but it scared me almost to death. Even the summer intern, on hiatus from school, noticed it, and helped me display it in all its glory. His best friend, who was accompanying us, thought he had flipped out completely! We know why it was at the thrift store, we just can’t figure out why it took so long to get there.
On the other hand, I am pretty sure this “lovely” piece of art made it to the thrift store in record time, without even a minute tarrying on the wall:
OK, for this next item, I have to admit to a bit of staging. I DID place the flower arrangement on this particular piece of furniture, but I am positive they came in together. How could they infest TWO households with this much overdone, antiqued, golden, hideousness?
A cabbage leaf for everything and everything in its cabbage leaf. We really could not figure out what this serving set was for, so if anyone knows, drop us a line. There were three sauce dishes, each with a spot for a spoon, four plates, bowls, and the giant server. The main platter was a solid 20 inches across; you could serve your turkey on it, if you felt like a more vegetarian sort of presentation.
While we are fruiting and vegetabling, we have a perfect example of the fruit course:
This sort of amused us–your fruit bowl in the round. It was made in Japan, by Ampco, whose wares are frequently much cuter than this. I think it must have been the fruit bowl at the Last Supper, as so many of the “Last Supper” decorative plaques are done in just this same “3D in a frame” rendering.
These last items stopped me in my tracks. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open like a circus clown ball toss:
Really? I could hear Julio Iglesias and Willie Nelson crooning To all the Girls I’ve Loved Before in the background. Or maybe they were publicity shots for Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. Either way, no self-respecting woman would let them in the house. Here is a closeup of one of them:
Frequently, writing a post gives me the urge to go clean out my closets, but luckily I have perfected the technique of letting it pass so well, that my estate sale will be well-stocked. Enjoy your finds, whatever they may be, till next week.