Summer means happy times and good sunshine. It means going to the beach, going to Disneyland, having fun. Brian Wilson
Now, if Brian had just said “going to garage sales”, then we would be totally on board with his idea of summer.
Some little kid has loved this tool box to death:
We don’t really mind piggy, er, elephant banks:
But, since when did they become “BABY essentials”? We can think of lots of stuff young parents will need before they buy a piggy bank. I guess it’s never too early to save for college, but unless Uncle Pennybags fills it with Krugerrands, this bank isn’t going to be much help. Besides, who thinks it’s a good idea to give babies coins?
We must have been on a run of kid stuff when we took this picture:
Seriously, I fear for your basketball hoop if the Apatosaurus decides to slam dunk. On the other hand, I’m not sure he could get by the T. Rex center to do a slam anyway. I have a feeling that dinosaur basketball may involve some carnage if they let the carnivores play.
We keep promising to stop taking pictures of shells:
Epic fail on our part; we just can’t help ourselves. We saw these two next to each other and it was cameras away! I really can’t decide which one is worse: rose decal, or swan on a pink clamshell. On the bright side, it’s been a while since we’ve inflicted clowns on you, and no, that isn’t a threat.
Most stores have some sort of video surveillance equipment, but rarely do the dolls keep an eye on you:
The summer intern just earned his keep by spotting the fabric head peaking over the office wall.
We’ve run into some unique couples over the last couple of weeks–love must be in the air. First up, Mannequin Dude got a friend:
If I were the person who set up displays in this store, they would be sitting right next to each other in coordinating hats. As it is, he can pine for her just one display shelf away. As a side note, Mannequin Dude must be getting ready for the Greely Stampede and Cheyenne Frontier Days next month.
The next couple belongs to the animal kingdom:
I call them Chili Pecker and Straw Damsel (you might have to have read Gorgette Heyer regency novels to know what that is). We actually kind of like her; she’s a big, fluffy, May West sort of hen.
This last couple would have been perfect for the wedding post, but we found them the day that post was published:
We’re pretty sure she’s wearing a booty pad to make her skirt bell out like that. More power to her–that isn’t our problem, but we have sympathy for slim girls in this Kim Kardashian world.
I’m changing gears with this next picture. I posted something on Facebook about his awful estate sale we went to. We saw this is a sign at that sale:
People were digging around in the refrigerator and cupboards looking at the food. That idea just skeeves me out–I do admit to being a bit of germophobe. After many sales, Kathy needs to break out the hand sanitizer before I do my Lady Macbeth impression.
We always look at yarn piles, especially when they’re free:
This footgear might be from the same sale:
Remember a couple of weeks ago when we introduced the dusting purses? Well, here are the amazing dusting slippers. Spray them with Endust and waltz around your house–your wood floors will sparkle. Or, if you want to make putting your feet on the coffee table a good thing, just store these nearby with some polish. “Putting your feet on my good coffee table? Good, it needs dusting!” might become a common phrase around my house if I had a pair of those slippers.
That’s it for this week; thanks for reading. Remember, if you ever see something that you think belongs in the blog, just send us a picture, and we’ll include it in a post.