Well, the Holidaze has come and mostly gone. I, for one, am in bed by nine, even on New Year’s. It can ring in without me; I’ll catch it in the morning! We both survived so far with minimal effort, and are ready for a new year of old stuff! Luckily, there are still plenty of crazy things out there just waiting for us to discover and share with you. We’ve been saving up while writing Xmas posts, so there was plenty to choose from.
Let’s start here:
I don’t even know what to say. Someone had an old mop and decided to make it into a piggy bride? At least we are guessing on the pig part, because I am hoping there aren’t too many other things that have a snout that looks like that. I might be assuming on the bride part too, but just taking a swing at it, since it is white and carrying a bouquet. As if everything on top were not enough, we turned it over to find this:
Oh yes, it is an air freshener! I would have to own a house that smelled like an entire herd of pigs had bedded down for a month before I would use this thing trying to make it smell better. I might just open the doors and bring in a garden hose, if it came to that. Has to be better than the mop/pig/bride of Frankenstein.
We promised we would not grouse any more about the bins. We lied:
Here is an overflowing cart stuffed with all sorts of goodies for 99¢ each. Although there are quite a few clothes on top, there are more fun things under there. (As an aside, this is NOT our cart; we never went quite that far overboard, even with both of us and Deb’s sisters thrown in!) Well, gone are those days. Goodwill, in its infinite wisdom has decided to do ONLY clothes back there. No hard goods, shoes, bags, nothing. What fun is that? We whined loud and long, but no one listened to us. It was fun while it lasted.
The ’70s called. They want this back:
This cute little bulletin board probably hung in someone’s gold kitchen with all kinds of notes and coupons on it. I have to say, it would still brighten your day with just a tiny smile. At least it would still be useful, and heck, it could be worse. Could be avocado green!
This also seems like a fugitive from the ’70s, or maybe ’60s:
But it’s new. About all we can say in its behalf, is that it beats carrying your keys and wallet, and hanky, and lip balm and … in your pocket. I don’t know, maybe with the right outfit, but that is hard to imagine, too. Maybe we just shouldn’t go there without a good stiff drink. Taken all together, we get why it was cast off.
As opposed to these:
Aren’t they just the cutest little ones? We always feel bad when we see photos like this. I think it is sad that no one wants a picture of Grandma, or Great Grandma. We might have picked them up just for the frames, but these were priced a little more than we like to pay for frames that will sit around in a box till we decide what to do with them, and what do we do with Grandma? Write on the back of the photos and make sure someone knows who they are, then keep them folks!!! One day there won’t be anything like this any more.
We actually hope there won’t be anything like this soon:
Deb entitled the photo Raisin People, but I am pretty sure that is not what they LOOK like they are made of. I am not going into too much detail, but ugh. The hand-painted nut faces were actually pretty cute, as I am sure the fella just did something inappropriate, and she is really giving him the side eye. If they had just put the heads on rag dolls, or clothespin dolls, or something instead of piles of well … you know what, it would have been so much better.
We did like these:
Both pieces were child size, so just cute as a button. Love that the little coffeepot even had the glass knob on top. Just like mom’s. It almost looks like the teapot might have whistled too, but I sure wouldn’t trust it on a real stove to find out. I am sure that the only reason I left these where they were was because of price, plus I really shouldn’t collect everything, at least that is what my husband says.
We also kinda liked this 3-D horse:
It’s kind of hard to see in the photo, but the horse head was raised from the background. Sort of like one of those old topo maps from school. It was a rather nice horse, and for some little girl who was horse mad, I am sure it was a prized possession. We left it for the next horse-crazy child to come along and take it home.
This is about as crazy as it comes:
We were too lazy to get someone to take it out of the glass case, so we are only going by what was visible through the glass. We think it was the back of a motorcycle magazine. The ad seems to be recommending Donda bikes, but if you read the fine print it suggests that folks who ride those get to tour all the best resorts like Folsom, Sing Sing, and Leavenworth. It further says that you meet the wildest people on a Donda. I tried googling Donda motorcycles and nothing comes up. I don’t know whether they failed miserably due to their ad campaign, or they were just playing up on the name Honda. Guess we will never know if we are wild enough to ride a Donda! [Deb here: B.H. thinks that this is a Mad Magazine, or imitator, spoofing the 1963 Honda motorcycle ad, “You meet the nicest people on a Honda.”]
We were hoping this last item really worked, because we are often sure we need one:
Imagine our disappointment when we found out that it didn’t grow any money, you have to add your own. Drat. What good is that? On the bright side, you can add gumdrops to for a decorative center piece. Still not a money tree.
For those heading out to party this New Year’s Eve take care, and have a designated driver. We love ALL our readers.