I am going to keep saying that till I believe it. Honest, we try not to be pack rats, but sometimes we just need things. Several years ago, I became aware of Singer Featherweight sewing machines. They were made from the early ’30s to the mid ’60s and were designed to be a portable solution to home sewing. They come in a nice little case and don’t weigh a ton. Quilters love them, and I thought they were cute. I sort of half-heartedly looked for them, but balked at the prices. Fast forward a couple of years, and I am working full time at my own business, but I do have a lot of down time while I am there. Hey, I think to myself, I could get one of those little lightweight Singers and sew more doll clothes while I am there. Well, here she is:
Meet Jody! The lady I got her from “adopts” out her machines (for a price, so don’t think it was a steal!) so she names them. Jody is a 1951 Centennial edition—Singer was 100 years old in 1951. She sews like a dream, and now I don’t have to knock off Deb and steal the one her mother gave her. So what was I doing at work today? Fixing the cord on this old White model I got a couple of years ago. Yes, I did go back and buy that one back then. Every girl needs six or seven sewing machines, don’t they? Nope, no problem here. Plus, Hubby thinks these are cool and now he wants an old ratty one to restore. Like I need that sort of encouragement.
We managed to hit up a couple of yard sales last week, but not a lot there. The thrift store has been slim pickings as well, but somehow, there are always some clunkers for us to laugh about. Deb was so certain that you all needed to see this chicken wreath that she came back the next week to retake the photo, as the first one was blurry. How did we know it would still be there:
Yeah, that was a pretty easy call. We both think chickens are cute, and hey, chickens are always in style, but not these cluckers. So what if some crafter slaved for minutes on this. Ok, it probably took longer, but they should have quit right after they glued the blue ruffles on the embroidery hoop, or maybe just slightly after they gathered all the materials in one place. At least well before the glue gun came out.
While we are feeling crafty, we have the award for the most heinous use of plastic canvas:
I might have seen worse, but my mind balks at going there. We were disappointed that the bottom wasn’t a music box. How did they miss that one? The oversize pompom decorations look like she is being attacked by snowballs, or maybe a bleached clown lost the decorations from his costume. I can almost get into the little purse, but the blue pearls sort of ruin the whole effect. And lest we forget, this was probably a pattern and there are more of these loose in the world. Ugh.
While we were making fun of this cat, we noticed her friends behind her:
Mrs. Patches is too kind to point out that the cat has some serious problems. Like what is up with the yellow eye shadow? And how much caffeine is considered too much for a cat? But who is she to judge, as she is no great shakes herself. Their other friend is trying hard to make sense of it all, but failing miserably. A quick trip to one of those plate smashing places for all of these, and the world would be a better place,
We loved this:
We are happy to report our tummies are all natural. None of those fake ones for us either. We did have to stop and wonder where this might have been hanging. I think I might put it up in the office of a construction site, or maybe just lunch room anywhere. It was good for a “belly” laugh. Hey, if you would like to see any more of Alex Gregory’s cartoons, here’s a link.
They should have stopped a bit earlier on this one as well:
It’s the Energizer Bunny of seashell necklaces. It has flowers, and leaves, and little curly thingies, and puffy fabric ropes. Could they add any more? I know I should not ask. It is just not pretty and never was. If you brought this back for a family member after an exotic trip, you deserve every name they call you behind your back. Be careful, Karma is a *itch; wait till you see what you get made of coconuts.
Or Greek, or Roman, or Knightly, or I don’t know, but whatever it says was untranslatable as far as I could see. If anyone knows what it says, would love to know. It is probably like that episode of The Big Bang Theory, where Sheldon asks Penny why she has the Chinese character for soup tattooed on her hip. You never know what sort of cussing goes on when you venture into the unknown world of a foreign language without some sort of knowledge. At a certain point, you deserve what you get. Why bring this home and risk it? It could even be some sort of curse that makes all your hair fall out, or just makes your living room ugly. Oh wait, that one is absolutely true.
5/18/22 Deb here. Some new information has come to light about the plaque above. Per reader Farah N., “The framed piece is the insignia for the private social fraternity of Phi Delta Theta. Their Motto: “Eis aner oudeis aner,” meaning “One man is no man” and more broadly translated as “We enjoy life by the help and society of others”. Thank you Farah; we always love it when someone knows what something is and lets us know!! One mystery down, a million to go, which should be our motto.
We had better leave you with something fun. Not that we brought it home, look, we have some restraint, but we did think it was cute:
You could do way worse as a souvenir of an exotic vacation. The birds are bright and colorful and it doesn’t take up a whole lot of space. Skip the seashell necklace and go for this! Maybe it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but are you going to argue with ladies who hoard sewing machines?