When Yellow Leaves, or None, or Few, Do Hang

Trust Shakespeare to have an appropriate line or two about the fall. For those interested, the title is from Sonnet 73 (‘That time of year thou mayst in me behold’). It fits what’s going on in my yard pretty darn well, especially after the rain and even a little bit of snow last weekend. It was Halloween, you know, so the poor kiddies had to trick or treat in the pouring sleet under umbrellas. I had ONE intrepid little witch who got three big handfuls of candy—better her than me!!

I did think to take a picture of the last perennial blooming in my yard: a fall aster:

It was so cheerful; I love that wisteria-like color, and the bees do like to visit it late in the summer. The aster family is huge and includes daisies, asters (duh), dandelions, and cone flowers all of which are hardy and tough. These asters are as reliable as Daylight Saving time which is coming this weekend, here in the US.

I had better get on with it as there are a lot of pictures, including some treasures my lovely sister-in-law, Dorothy, sent me.

Well, here are some flowers of the more permanent type:

You know, if you like vintage plastic flowers, you could do a lot worse than sticking these in a pot to brighten a dark corner. I’m not sure exactly what kind of flowers they are supposed to be, the leaves look a little like succulents, but let’s just throw them in the aster family—it’s huge and no one could reasonably recognize all of them. I also wanted to say, that at first the leaves reminded me of those plastic aquarium plants for the fish to hide in. I know it’s way too big, and I can’t imagine cleaning slime off all of those flowers!

Actually, we have two plastic plants, although this container is the star of this show:

This is a pot in the round, so I thought I would show you the “cute” side first. It’s cute because of the Weiner dog, and the Strawberry Shortcake wanna be right next to him. Here is the less adorable side:

Now this side makes me wonder what in the Sam Hill is going on in the center of the circle. Maybe they are singing a song and enjoying each other’s company. I can’t help but fear that they are watching a snake eat a mouse, or maybe looking at one of their dad’s Playboy magazines. I hate to say it, but they are way too interested for it to be something innocent. After reading this, B.H. says I’m a cynic—can’t argue with that. I’m not sure why someone kept it for 40 years with plastic leaves in it, but it feels right at home in the museum of old stuff that hardly anyone wants—aka the thrift store.

I absolutely know why this was at the thrift store:

That decorative cane webbing insert probably sounded like a great idea when they were drawing this wooden sconce up at the Tchotchkes ‘R Us worldwide headquarters. Heck, they even made them!! What surprised the heck out of me is that the webbing isn’t scorched from the hot flame inches away from it. The previous owner was probably like Grandma, who always had candles around, but never lit them! They were for decoration and if she used them, she would have to buy more! Lucky thing for this grandma’s family’s sake; a midnight fire drill isn’t much fun at all.

Golly, I can’t remember the last time I saw a beanie:

In fact, I was wondering if they even wore beanies in the 1960s, so I turned to our friend, Wikipedia. Beanies were very popular in the first part of the 20th century but fell out of favor by the early 1940s. However, they made a comeback, doesn’t everything?, in the 1950s and ’60s for college fraternities, or for college freshmen at Cornell. So, this is probably a real honest-to-goodness beanie worn by some unfortunate fraternity initiates, like Flounder and Pinto in Animal House. We couldn’t look at it too closely because they had it in the locked cabinet, and we didn’t feel like waiting around for someone to open the door.

I hope his wife had the matching bag, so they could have his ‘n hers gator accessories:

I don’t think that I’ve ever seen an alligator belt, although I have seen cowboy boots made from gator leather. Turns out, it’s a thing with professional golfers although they probably don’t wear anything quite as spiny as this. I’m not sure I would want a pokey hug from the wearer any more than I want a hug from a live alligator. It was gone right away, so someone in town is strutting their stuff with this baby wrapped around their waist.

I know exactly how old this tablecloth is:

My S-I-L Dorothy sent it with a bunch of lovely and fun things, some of which she was hoping would become blog fodder. Her wish is my command. There is a story to this tablecloth. When she got married in the late 1970s, B.H. and I sent them a picnic basket. We were poor college students, so it was filled with inexpensive (cheap) items. This was the tablecloth included, and I spent a whole half dollar on it. She had never used it, but kept it all these years, and now has given it to me because she knew it would make me laugh. She did have to remind me that I gave it to her first, but she always had a better memory than me.

She did send me some real, lovely linens, too:

These dish towels belonged to Great Aunt Do, and I really like them together. The patterned towel has an old Cannon label on it, while the one with the flowers doesn’t have a label. I use two towels at a time in the kitchen, and I think I’ll put these up together and think of Dorothy and Aunt Do.

She also sent an old tablecloth and runner that belonged to Aunt Do:

I’m pretty sure the table runner has been cut down from a tablecloth; that’s what they did in the olden days—nothing was wasted. It’s a pretty floral pattern that will look nice on my coffee table when we’re having snacks. The tablecloth has an unusual color and pattern. My kitchen is yellow, so it will look pretty on the table in there but I will have to keep it straight so the crooked lines don’t drive me crazy!

Finally, she sent B.H. a toy from their childhood:

It’s one of those windup banks where something happens to the coins. This one has you put the coin on the green creepy circle. You flip the lever and:

this scary green hand reaches out to pull your money into the compartment. It still works, and B.H. loves it! Oh those happy childhood memories are something to hold tight. If we had just opened the box earlier, I could have included this in the Halloween posts. We used to get pennies instead of candy for trick or treat. How much fun would it be to let the hand grab your treats!

Thanks for reading. We do have some great Thanksgiving finds coming up. We have been scouring the thrift stores looking for cranberry servers. If we find one soon, we’ll have a giveaway. Keep your fingers crossed.

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2 Responses to When Yellow Leaves, or None, or Few, Do Hang

  1. It’s always fun to see your finds/gifts. We had the creepy hand thing at my parents’ cottage. The kids would go into fits of giggles, cause of the noise it made too! Hugs, Sandi

    • kathy & deb says:

      Glad you enjoyed the finds this week—it was fun to show some nice stuff along with the weird things we see every week. Thanks for reading and sharing—I’m having fun playing with the creepy hand bank, too! Hugs, Deb

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