This is a housecleaning post–we need to tidy up our picture directory so we can move on to more recent treasures. So, think of this as a compilation post from numerous shopping expeditions (solo and joint) from the last month.
Around the 4th of July, we couldn’t find a day to shop together; that hasn’t happened since forever! So we went to the Goodwill separately during the week. I don’t think you’ll be surprised that we each took a picture of these yarn portraits:
Sheesh, what the heck is going on with those two? The little boy’s hair looks like two overgrown pompoms covering his forehead. It’s perplexing that her mouth is so different in the two pictures–a difference that can’t be explained by the fact that Kathy takes way better pictures than I do. I can’t imagine where they were living before coming to the thrift store–maybe in the root cellar, covering a hidey-hole, containing the illegal stash. No one would ever think to look behind this duo. I’m not too crazy about the Native American figure next to the little boy, but it has a ton more artistic merit than the twins! Don’t be surprised if they are gone next week; they would make outstanding white elephant gifts for a Christmas party. FYI: The next week the little girl was gone, leaving her male doppelgänger behind. I feel for him since he is never going to find a new friend!
We were briefly attracted to this bathroom scene because it was almost the right size for fashion dolls (though why Barbie needs a toilet is anyone’s guess):
It might barely sit on the tank of your toilet, but don’t lean backwards or you could crack your skull. Most of us don’t have tons of extra space near the sink for something as silly as this. Honestly, if you want to hear a toilet flush–it’s right there!
Wow, we are ever so grateful that the battery was dead on this cookie jar:
Do you think it plays Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-a-Lot? Or maybe Honky Tonk Badonkadonk by Trace Adkins, or even Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen if you prefer something besides rap songs! Okay, I’m done now.
This is another of those “what were they thinking?” things:
This chair is so wonderful, that I’m not sure why Kathy didn’t buy it (she said she didn’t need it, which has NEVER stopped us before):
I’m not sure where you might wear this sparkly set:
The purse is pretty formal, and the flip-flops aren’t, so it’s hard to imagine them together–unless you are on a tropical cruise and are dining at the Captain’s table. You could be sparkly in all the right places and still have comfy feet. If that’s not the ideal state, I don’t know what is.
I’m more of a dog person, but even I get how cute these kitties are:
These two critters are packed with whimsy:
They made me laugh out loud, and I’m not sure which one was cuter. For that matter, I can’t tell whether the leftmost creature is a pineapple armadillo, porcupine, or ankylosaurus! A man came up to me as I was taking the picture and debated with himself about whether to buy them or not. On the plus side was “They are so funny” and then he talked himself out of the purchase by saying “I don’t want to dust them”. I didn’t either, so there they sat. Hope they went home with someone who needed a laugh.
I love how some vintage things are beautiful even when they didn’t need to be:
This cultivator tine (if tine is the right word) could hang on my wall for decoration–if the seller didn’t want a ridiculous amount for it. I just snapped a quick picture and called it good. Gotta love that 1940’s green–it doesn’t match any color in my house!
I have a quick story to tell about just how far that someone who calls themself a Second Hand Rose will go to justify that label:
My friend, Vickie, has really changed her life around with a new job, a place in the country, and a desire for chickens. The powers-that-be confirmed her good decisions by leading her to a free chicken coop. There was a hitch–the coop was in Boulder (about 50 miles away). Luckily, Vickie has a friend with a pickup truck–me! It seemed like an adventure to see if two women in their mid-50’s could retrieve an eight-foot chicken coop all by themselves, and safely drive it to its new home. As you can see by the picture of the truck in my driveway, they could! I don’t think my powers of description could do justice to the faces of folks driving by us! We really needed Granny from the Beverly Hillbillies riding back there in a rocker to complete the picture! We did have a plan for when the coop fell off the truck–we would drag it to the side of the road and hightail it out of there. Luckily for our karma, we didn’t need to do any felonious littering.
We’re back on track for next week; as usual a feast of bad follows a fast. Be on the lookout for an upcoming post about barware, and maybe even a book review featuring:
Thanks for reading and happy shopping!