Thankfully, last week we had some blessed rain, and it has been a bit cooler for the last few days. Honestly, the rain was so nice that I thought about going outside and dancing naked in it, but I figured the neighbors would protest. I am hoping the cooler weather will help my garden out, as it has been pretty poopy this year. Even the zucchini squash seem to think it is too hot to produce. I have only had one! I didn’t think that was even possible. At this point, I wouldn’t even protest if someone celebrated Sneak a Zucchini Onto Your Neighbor’s Porch Day at my house. It is on August 8th, just in case you need to know.
We were able to hit a couple of garage sales last week, but there weren’t very many, as folks were kind of expecting rain. So we had to fall back on our old standby thrift store, but as usual, it didn’t disappoint.
You would think we would have seen every incarnation of this doll out there:
The white yarn hair just polished this lady off. Pity the poor granddaughter who got this. Grandmother could seriously crochet, as the workmanship is terrific, but she really could have just made a nice sweater. Her blue eyeshadow reminded us of a dear lady who used to run some local estate sales. She was an awesome person, but she believed in applying her eye shadow with a palette knife. We miss her.
I love cats, or maybe not:
We think this cat buys her lipstick at the same place our friend bought her eye shadow. I didn’t know it came in a bucket. Ramses would take one look at this and sharpen his claws on it till it was sawdust, and rightfully so.
On the other hand, this bird made us chuckle:
And chuckle in a good way. I am not positive about the button eyes, but the rest is fun. Good colors, fun shape, and who can say no to a bird with knees? We spent some time trying to decide if it was hand made, and I don’t think we came to a definitive conclusion, but we did decide that we didn’t care. Of course, that doesn’t mean we liked it enough to bring it home, but hey, we can’t all be the top bird, and knees aren’t everything.
This one also made us laugh:
Perhaps an owl? At the very least an owl from Alaska, as how else do you explain the fur coat. The bunny looks jealous, and the dog looks confused. The owl just looks cross-eyed. Not sure what emotion that displays, but it was a pretty odd grouping. Might be the bar at closing time. Or maybe Fashion Week, and no one got the notice that fur was “out”.
I threatened to buy this for Deb:
She threatened to buy this one for me:
I think it’s a stalemate. We see more of this “statement” jewelry at the thrift store than you can shake a stick at. The only statement we think it makes, is that “I am addicted to shopping, and I have nothing left to buy”. Honestly, have you ever seen anyone wearing anything like this? And yet they land on the hooks by the handful, so someone BUYS it, but no one WEARS it. About par for the course.
Deb laughed at this little mini crockpot:
With those colors it looks pretty ’70s, but I think it is newer, and she wanted to know why you needed a crock pot for dip. I had a dear friend give me one of these for a wedding present. She said, “I know it looks crazy, but trust me, you will use it all the time” She was right, I do, and not just for dips, even though it is terrific at keeping that hot crab and artichoke dip piping hot through a whole party. Made you want one, didn’t I?
On the other hand, if you want to be the hostess with the mostess, check out this number:
Gotta say you are never going to miss this one sitting on the buffet. And if you really want your dish to stand out at the pot luck, you are in luck! Wow, that is really yellow, isn’t it? I kinda like it. I don’t think too many folks can justify the cupboard space for it for years and years, but someone sure did, because I guarantee this was not made any time in the last 40 years. I really hope someone fabulous took it home.
I have had this joke sitting on the desk for a few weeks, meaning to share it, as it cracked me up.
So a Rabbit, a Catholic Priest and a Baptist Minister walk into a bar. They sit down at a table. The Rabbit looks at the Priest and then he looks at the Minister. The Rabbit pauses, and then he says, Gentlemen, I think I’m a typo.
For some reason my dad didn’t get this. I tried for ten minutes to explain it. I think it might have to do with the fact that he can’t spell anything! For those of us that type a lot, this is a hoot.
And just because I haven’t shared a pic of the 16.5 pound baby for a few weeks:
I plopped Ramses in the box in this position and he just sat there and pulled some of his toys up to play with. That is what the stick is. He grabbed it, there is no human on the other end. He is such a goof, but he is my goof, and I adore him.