Ah … the thrifty, clever, crafty, housewife. What would our posts be without her? I am as guilty as the next gal of crafting, but I at least try NOT to inflict them on too many people, especially when they fail miserably. I have decided that the solution for most crafters, is make it, see if it’s good, and if not, give it away as soon as possible. Then the receiver of the gift is now the owner of the problem. They promptly pass it on to the thrift store, and that’s where we come in!
This first item has a funny story to go with it. We were making our yearly pilgrimage to the mother of all garage sales (our local Unitarian church) and Deb spotted this hideous lamp. She was trying to maneuver discreetly past the lady manning the boutique part of the sale to snap a pic, when I confessed to having already taken a picture of it the week before at a yard sale!
So if flora type crafting is still your style, get a load of this field of tulips:
I am pretty sure I have never seen a safety-pin doll dress before. I guess it is so stiff that there is no problem with the doll needing a stand. The poor girl could never sit down–might as well be wearing a hoop skirt. And her friend is just a little too happy considering the monstrosity she is wearing as well. This sale was loaded with crafts that couldn’t even be given away, and yet she was trying to sell them. Bet there were a lot of leftovers at the end of the day. Make way on the thrift store shelves!
Since we are looking at dolls, these two were almost too scary to photograph, but we made the sacrifice:
The one in pink has the biggest hair I have ever seen. We are pretty sure she is from down south somewhere, and says “y’all”, and “honey pie” a bunch. I sure hope Granny is up to helping her hold up that “do”, or maybe it’s just a plain old “don’t”, cause her neck is never going to live up to the strain. Not to mention, her complexion is a bit on the green side. Not sure what she had for dinner, but it didn’t seem to agree with her.
OK, after all that, you deserve something a bit cuter. I am sure this was for a baby shower, and I could still see someone using it:
So maybe cooking is more your style than crafting. Any hostess with the mostess would be thrilled to serve her preprandial snacks on this spiky creation:
When removing those wonderful nibbles from the stove, don’t forget the oven mitt:
I had to admit, to Deb, that I own a fishy oven mitt, although it didn’t come packaged this way. At least the mitt was way more amusing than the slightly suspect shrunken head cocktail picks on the side. Those were downright bone-chilling. The faces were pretty creepy, and we were glad to leave them sitting right there.
Deb made the mistake of complaining, while we were in the thrift, that we hadn’t seen anything blogworthy. Within seconds the big-haired doll and this came up. Be careful what you wish for:
This last item just made me smile. I think it looks about right:
We could probably stock this right out of our homes, and not even notice what was missing. Of course that won’t stop us from being ever on the lookout, and ready at a moment’s notice, to bring you the bad with the good, or vice versa.