Well, here we are, another week. Doesn’t it seem like this year just manages to plod along in the most annoying fashion? Let’s be honest, as much as we all don’t like seeing time go too fast, being done with 2020 is surely going to feel fantastic. It just has to, doesn’t it? Even my flowers and garden have been a bust. We started the spring off with a super hard freeze that did in trees and fruit, and then went from cold to blistering hot in just a few weeks. I am still attempting to get squash out of the garden, and at this time of the year, we should be drowning in it. On the bright side, my daylilies have been beautiful as ever. I adore this one, but this is the last of the blossoms, so not as nice as it could be:
It’s called Nosferatu, and is even deeper red when it has not faded. This is a new kid on the block that I just got this year:
The burgundy ruffles around the edge make me very happy. Like the daylily, things will end and it will get better, so we will continue to slog on through. To make your day a bit brighter, I have some silly things to share this week.
Deb got hung up at an appointment last week, so the Summer Intern and I are responsible for this lot. What is up with these ladies?
They seemed to be some sort of award for some company or other, but I’m with the person that tossed them into the thrift store box. If this is what I win, I would rather sit this contest out. On the good side, they were super heavy. They could be used as nifty door stops, and might even work in this Colorado wind.
I think if you bring something like this home from Nassau, you have some evil intent on your mind:
This has voodoo and bad juju written all over it. I am not sure giving it to the thrift store will even start to lift the curse. They had better run out and get a crucifix, a silver bullet, a club (for zombies?) and any other talisman they can think of. I would still stay locked in my house, and give up answering the door. Oh year, we already did that. Never mind, they are safe.
We wasted several good minutes trying to figure out what this is:
On the one hand, the snout looks decidedly piggish, the horns look like a goat or an antelope, the tail looks like a deer, and I have never seen a swayback like that on anything but an ancient nag of a horse, not to mention it has a pretty good beard, or is that a turkey wattle? Needless to say, we decided that it might have been made by a prisoner who has spent well over 40 years in solitary confinement and forgot what every animal they ever saw looked like.
My hubby is an avid fisherman; I was not tempted to buy this for him:
The fish handles were OK, but what is the the fish sawn in half? Is this a new mini magic trick? Or did they the fish get tossed around by a hurricane so hard that it impaled itself all the way through the box? Now there is a trick. Alright, I’m reaching, but it is still silly.
I have also been hitting up a few garage sales on the weekends. Being careful to wear a mask, stay apart, and do them outside, I figure I am pretty safe, and have found some oddballs there, too.
I really loved this little trunk:
It was less than half the size of the regular old box trunks you see and covered in old carpet, like the carpet bags from the same era. It used to have a fancy lining and a tray inside:
And to top it all off, a cool label:
A.E. Meek Trunk and Bag Company was founded in Denver in 1876. They are currently still in business as the Atlas Case company. If this little gem had been priced less ($100, ouch) or in much better shape, I might have had to have it. Lucky for me it got to stay where it was and start numerous conversations like the one we had about it. No, no one I talked to had ever seen one quite like it.
Then again, I was not the least bit tempted by this trunk:
All I can say is “wow”. Don’t look at it too long, or you might go blind! The little hand painted hat boxes beside it are rather nice, but at the time I didn’t even see them; I was too distracted by the ’70s vibe coming off their companion in waves. Where do you suppose this baby has been hiding for the last 50 years? Surely no one had the poor taste to have it out in plain sight?
Here was another little gem, and this one did come home with me. Deb and I have both mentioned our fondness for little pamphlet style cookbooks. How could I resist this one with dolls on it?
The book was mostly cakes, and they had a cake for every occasion. Here is a list from the inside:
And some more cute dolly pix. There were some kind of interesting recipes. I have never heard of Pineapple Devil’s Food cake, but it might be tasty. As a cookbook it was not a complete failure, and as a fun thing with dolls, it was a complete success. A slam dunk for my ever-growing pile of cookbooks.
On the other hand, I am still trying to make up my mind about this. There was no doubt in my mind I was going to buy it, but the rub comes in when I have to decide if I am going to SELL it again:
First up, I am sucker for anything still in its box, and if the box is a sure sign of the times, it’s even better. And then I looked inside:
Doesn’t everyone need a thermometer spoon? I fiddled with it a bit, and don’t know how accurate it is. They suggest using it for making candy, but I wouldn’t trust it to be on temp. Not to mention it’s not the worlds greatest shape for stirring a pot. I think can see why it’s still in the box! Then again, it’s still remarkably funny. Not sure if it will ever make its way to my Etsy shop, but you never know.
Hope you are all weathering the year as best you can. Hope the hurricanes miss you, the virus passes you by, and your job stays safe. At this point it is all we can ask for. Take care.