“Three things are needed for a good life: good friends, good food, and good song”, says Jason Zebehazy (I wonder who the heck he is?) Well, life is good again since our Fridays are full of good friends (guess who!) good food (thanks to our favorite restaurant, Taj Mahal) and as for the good music, well, we’ve been known to break into song when the mood strikes us. We don’t get incredulous stares in public for just taking pictures; the stares are even worse when we dance and sing while taking pictures.
I’m certainly not a member of the carved candle club:
If you really like how they look, why would you want to burn them? The problem with the non-burning approach is that after a while, the candle becomes a wax-dust fusion that is very unpleasant to touch. So then you have to burn it, and unless it’s a long evening, the candle will only be partially burnt, and then what do you do with the melted, misshapen mess left behind? If you don’t like the frog candle’s look, then what is the point in the first place? I want candles that smell like tree frogs, not waxy, unscented, unburnt effigies of frogs!
It must be one of those weeks, since we noticed this pair right after taking the first candle picture:
Everything I said above applies to this duo. I would just like to point out the Fred Flintstone feet on the hula dancer; what’s the deal with the painted toenails?
Did you think swan-inspired bathroom decoration was passé?
Guess it’s still out there because this is not vintage. This little pen has a flirty glance and glitter (you probably need to click on the picture to get the full effect) and the roses are so fresh that they still have dew on them. ’Nuff said.
This is one of those head-scratchers that come along with distressing regularity:
At first glance, it appears to be a deviled egg plate. That would be a reasonable guess except for the fact that it’s too small to hold chicken eggs. Okay, on to the next theory–a desk organizer? Well, it would probably work, but then you have to explain why you have an egg carton decorated with fruit decals sitting on your desk. I think it’s a ceramics project gone horribly wrong, and as such deserves an apology from its maker and quick service at the local landfill.
This next picture requires a bit of explanation, so hang in there:
This, believe it or not, is an unsorted pile of those brocade harlequin dolls with painted china heads. You can see that one escaped to the top shelf, kind of left-center. We understand the donation to the local thrift; the real question is why anyone would own so many? They are creepy little dolls at best, and these are not good examples of the breed. They are way too close to clowns for my taste, which reminds me to warn you that there is a clown lurking further down in the post.
Gotta love Goodwill, they often do our job for us:
I’m not sure why this slim line dress needs the fake black lace corset; it makes it look kind of cheap. Of course, it could be a bridesmaid dress, and then there is no explanation needed for its appearance–Bridezilla never wants her bridesmaids to outshine her.
It’s time to send in the clowns (damn you Judy Collins, that song is never going to leave my head):
This last item is perilously similar to one of those hobo clowns:
I’m not really keen on the idea of adding soda to my whiskey via this siphon. To my mind, one of those little boys peeing into a fountain would be just as appetizing as a hobo spitting into my drink. It appears that his hat is pleated like an accordion and used to pump liquids out of his mouth–ick! I’m not sure why the thrift store felt the need to lock this guy up in a case; no one in their right mind would steal him.
Well, that’s it for our 200th post; it hardly seems possible that we have been so prolific. Also our third anniversary is approaching and we have a celebratory give-away planned for that. Stay tuned for more details; this isn’t your ordinary lottery.