Your what? … Yes, this is our 300th post. Can you imagine; we are crazy enough to do this for this length of time? We have decided that as long as our loyal readers stick with us, we will keep chugging along, so if you want us to make it to 400, keep reading and tell all your friends to subscribe, too!!!
Lest you think we will ever run out of things to make fun of, this post is chock full of crazy things to make you go “Huh?”
Let’s start out with this:
See the blue vase? But wait, it comes in rosy pink and lavender too. They were made out of this really nasty soft plastic that made you want to run and wash your hands as soon as you touched it. I have no idea what it was, but I bet any flower you made the mistake of putting in there, was gonna wilt from the chemicals, never mind being too embarrassed to be seen in such surroundings.
Just a smidge further down the shelves, we came across yet another Southwestern mess:
Seriously, what is it with plastic cactus? Are the real ones so totally beyond a person’s brown thumb that you have to resort to this? Or maybe it’s for safety’s sake? I think Darwin’s theory should apply, and if you are stupid enough to grab hold of a living pin cushion, you deserve what you get. I remember Mom babysitting for a child who would never listen to her or do what she said. One time, she told him to leave her big potted cactus alone. Being the stubborn brat that he was, he promptly reached out and grabbed a fistful. He behaved much better for her after that. So leave the plastic succulents alone, and you will be doing future generations a real service.
We had a good laugh at this one:
Pretty much most sibling relationships in a nutshell. Not sure why you would need a sculpture to remind you of it. If you were the one on the bottom, you probably have the scars to prove it, and if you were the one on top, you have fond memories of making your annoying brother or sister pay dearly for whatever perceived wrong was done to you. I, on the other hand, only had one child, just so I would never have to hear, “He touched me!” The summer intern will never be the sitter, or the sittee.
We did hit up an estate sale last week. It was pretty fun, but there were some fairly odd items there too. We really need an explanation for this one:
It was an entire box of galvanized nails with lavender bows tied on them. What kind of party favor is that? Any and all thoughts on this one gratefully accepted. I don’t recall what the price was on these, but I am pretty sure they could be safely dumped without dooming posterity to a heartbreaking loss.
We did like these fun melamine dishes in the cupboard:
All those nifty colors would perk up your breakfast table every morning. Wish sellers would price these for the whole set. It gets annoying to have someone come along and buy one cup and break up the set, besides being expensive to purchase it all. They probably didn’t sell till the half-price day anyway.
We also loved this dresser:
It wasn’t even really for the dresser itself, although it was a nice waterfall style, and had a dressing table and head/foot board to match; it was the cool plastic handles that really did it for us. Check ’em out:
On the other hand, this was not so great:
I can’t imagine why you need to have a deer-footed lamp. We did notice it had been relegated to the basement, thank goodness. The lampshade was pretty cool, and might have been worth the price of admission, but it was in horrible shape. This is probably a good thing, as I have no idea how I would have disposed of the feet that wouldn’t have looked like I was burying the evidence of deericide in our back yard. I will probably have to confess here that I am married to a hunter, and have a couple of heads on my walls, but over the years I have learned to ignore them except to hang decorations on the antlers to tick off Hubby. This would be MUCH harder to ignore.
I am not sure that I wouldn’t have preferred the deer feet to the pink plastic princess lamp though:
I’m sorry, but Aurora (I am ashamed to say, that not being the mother of a girl, I had to look up which princess this was!) looks pissed to me, and who wouldn’t be with a plastic skirt and a spring stuffed up under your petticoat. Why do these lamps always have a spring? You have to play catch with your lamp to turn it on in the dark. Why, why, why?
We also have another whatsit this week. We found this outside at the estate sale:
Last Friday, we did find some words to live by:
And now, to possibly make your life sweeter and to celebrate our grand 300th, we have a little giveaway for you. Post a comment here, or on our Facebook page, to be entered in the giveaway for this charming leather frame:
You can see that it’s in good but used condition. There is a dent (not a cut) on the leftmost side and I repaired the stand in the back with a vintage button and glue. The inside dimensions are 9.25 inches by 7.25 inches.
You have till 9 pm MT November 28th to enter. We will announce the winner on Saturday, November 29th on Facebook and will send email to the winner.
Thanks for laughing along with us for so long. We wouldn’t do it without you!