Well, here it is another Friday, and we have had a fun couple of weeks shopping. We found some amusing things, and also have some great blog fodder, which is all we ask in life (I have a bridge for sale if you believed that!).
We have one slice of leftovers to serve up. I know why neither of us have felt compelled to write about it:
and that is the whole point! How can anyone paint a picture of flowers and make it so bland that you could meditate to it, or use it instead of counting sheep? We both ♥ flowers, and yet, we were left flat by this starving-artist find. The lady having the garage sale was awesome–she complimented us on our purses and that made our day!
We try to convince our husbands that our weekly shopping trips are cheaper than being in therapy, but they remain unconvinced. I’m glad to see that the retail community is rallying behind our claim:
If I had a place for this, it might have come home with me:
It’s a useful little souvenir–it tells the temperature and makes you laugh all at once. The plastic windmill sail on this klomp puts it right over the top–but in a good way.
This next find is most curious:
Shocking-pink-flocked Jesus even caught the attention of the garden gnome to the left–he looks seriously disturbed. I couldn’t help but think that this is the worst thing done to J.C. since Big Butter Jesus!
Another pink offering:
We both thought this was an owl–but after closer consideration of the picture, that could arguably be a flamingo’s beak. In which case, that makes me feel better about the pink color and allows me to notice his companion, the frog/alien invader that we have documented before.
Against our better judgment, we went to a sale by our least favorite estate sale company. Per usual, we went late so we didn’t have to stand in line in order to buy nothing. But we did see some interesting things; let’s look at the good things first:
The vintage children’s clothing was so minty and adorable! The problem is, that you wouldn’t pay that much for such an outfit and put it on a stain-waiting-to-happen real child and ruin it. So there they sat, being admired by all and bought by none. The women’s clothing on the right was very pretty–especially the blouse on the upper left with all the cutwork. Again, it would have to be worn very carefully, and the modern woman has a bit of a struggle fitting into vintage clothing.
We went down to the basement to check out the Christmas decorations and stumbled into the workroom. The orange sherbet color scheme stopped us in our tracks:
Paint and associated supplies, evidently! That’s an awfully big container to hold those cans, but it’s recycling at its most out-of-the-boxiness. We laughed, and so did everyone who stepped into the workshop, but in a nice way.
Kathy found a new thrift store; it was clean, bright, well-organized, and had nice things at pretty good prices. There is always room for another thrift store in town. I have hopes that this store will provide future blog fodder after seeing their furniture display while checking out:
Since this post is just a little short, I’ll throw in a True Confessions of what I dragged home over the last couple of weeks:
The funniest thing is the miniature Chinese dragon to the left of the doll. It’s papier-mache, with feathers, pompoms, and ears on springs. The nice lady who checked us out at the Unitarian Church sale said it was the funniest thing that she had seen at the sale–I was so proud! I also got two pop-up tissue lanterns with poinsettia paper tops and flowers painted down the sides of the collapsible tissue (top of the picture). The doll is a Uneeda Dollikins from the late 1960’s to the early 1970’s. She is a strung, multi-jointed doll who poses wonderfully. She came with three outfits: a yellow jumpsuit, a red plaid dress with a belt and vest, and a mod long-sleeved dress with white tights. They were all in bags marked Hong Kong, and don’t appear to have ever been put on the doll. The final find was a small, black-lacquered, three-drawer Japanese box. I have a couple of much larger lacquered black jewelry boxes that were made in Japan, so it was fun to find a tiny little sister box.
Thanks for joining us! Keep tuned for a full report on our yearly pilgrimage to the best sale in the city–the Unitarian Church sale. We went, we saw, and we purchased; it was a fun sale.