I was singing my version of the great Gloria Gaynor anthem last week during the blizzard. I was thinking of my poor snowdrops, which had already been snowed on and endured subzero temperatures a couple of weeks before. When the sun quickly melted all the piles of snow (one of the nicest things about Colorado that you don’t know about unless you live here), I ran out and checked on my poor early bloomers:
They were singing a version of Elton John’s I’m Still Standing loud and clear. These tiny little flowers are my favorites because they bloom when it seems like spring will never arrive. Thank you, snowdrops!
We are surviving on the shopping front, too. You would think that after ten years we would have seen almost everything. The universe keeps surprising us:
We have NEVER seen this crochet pattern before, and really, hope to NEVER see it again! It’s supposed to be a hot pad, although it could be a broody hen on top of your biscuit basket, too. I would be afraid to get it near a hot pan because that type of yarn melts faster than you might think, and does nothing to shield your poor hands. It isn’t even cute, so three strikes and you’re out!
We were looking at bagged goods hanging on an endcap at ARC and this really confused us:
Why would anyone want a tin of fabric sardines? We stood there for a couple of minutes until one of us flipped the bag over and mystery solved. Catnip-infused sardines would probably be a favorite of most kitties. I’m not sure what it says about us that we couldn’t figure this out. It must be all the crazy stuff we see because we were thinking it was a kid’s toy, or a gag gift. The simplest explanation would have worked here, duh.
I saw this coffee pot and mug, and admired the snazzy pattern:
It was sure a cute thing, and it turns out, a good thing. The maker has a long history of making fine china, and then more modern designs. There is no room in my cupboards, and Kathy isn’t drinking coffee much any more, so we left it for someone else to love. It was gone the next week, and I’m glad.
This wasn’t gone, and I’m neither surprised or glad:
I’m not sure how many times we’ve apologized for these kinds of things over the years. This type of dream catcher is an atrocious example of what should be a cool and personal item. Why use those awful resin figures and ratty yarn and feathers? If I could, I would fling them like Frisbees into the sun. They just shouldn’t be allowed here on Earth.
At least you could make some s’mores while you’re burning this:
Unless you were at Jamaica Inn and blind drunk, why would you put his huge thing (more than two feet long) in your suitcase and bring it home? You could be putting that wasted space to better use by bringing back rum, or even better, rum cake! One of the funniest things to ever happen to me at an airport involved a drug-sniffing dog who loved rum cakes. First I was arguing with the nice policeman, and then I was laughing, hard, and offering the naughty German Shepard a cake of his own! The handler didn’t want me to reinforce the bad behavior, but it was hard to resist those big brown eyes.
We see tons of these kids’ kitchens all the time at garage sales and thrift stores:
However, we’ve never come across an avocado-green plastic kitchen that must have been made fairly recently with the microwave and built-in dishwasher. Those are two things that didn’t exist the last time avocado green was an acceptable kitchen color. Now that I’m looking at it, the appliances are white, so the green is a little more acceptable. I just can’t look at a kitchen this color after barely surviving the 1970s without just a little avocado green and harvest gold PTSD.
I know this isn’t appropriate for a kids’ kitchen, but what the heck?
It’s a bad sign if I’m drinking while I’m cooking, because things can get sloppy! I also used to have a towel or napkins that said: Sure I cook with wine! Sometimes I even put it in the food. Have any of you ever watched, “My Drunk Kitchen” on YouTube with Hannah Hart? This little sign could have been her motto!
We both really liked this frog:
He is so cute, somehow. I’m surprised that neither of us bought him for the garden or our patios. Probably because our yards are like our houses, and so decorated that there really isn’t room for anything that isn’t an 11. We need to have another sale in my garage and cull the herd somewhat. Then we can keep shopping with a clear conscience!
Thanks for reading and Happy Spring to you all. Before you know it, we will be complaining about how hot it is, and running for the air-conditioned thrift stores.