No Art At All

I am going to start off by mentioning that I am unusually crabby today.  We managed to get the Summer Intern graduated from high school and had the gigantic party in the back yard with nary a rain drop or hailstone to be had.  Then he passed his driver’s license test and we made it through the DMV within ten minutes.  At this point I was contemplating buying a lottery ticket, but Mother Nature took care of that string of good luck by promptly giving me the cold from Hell.  I have moved on from being a sniffling mass, to having a stuffed-up head that feels like it is the size of a beach ball.  I still have a lot of things to do on my spring to-do list, plus a bunch of sewing for several events, and all I really want to do is lie in the bathtub in steam so thick you would need a fog horn to locate me.  All this is to say that the following items are going to make me grouchier than normal!

Let’s start out with a quote from Oscar Wilde.  “Bad art is a good deal worse than no art at all.”  We heartily agree, and most of the following need to be replaced by blank spots on the walls they once graced.

Not that I have anything in particular against Mickey, but really?

I thought velvet was reserved for Elvis, the Last Supper, and matadors.  I guess the “artist” in the velvet painting sweatshop was feeling particularly jaunty that day and this is the result.  No trip to Tijuana would be complete without this, cause I am pretty sure it never graced the shops of Disneyland—I don’t care how close it is to Mexico.

You know, I have a deep dark secret: I like to embroider.  I’ve probably completed a few of these in my time, but I had the decency to leave them in boxes.  I didn’t frame them and give them to some poor relative who would feel obligated to hang them on the wall:

To be fair, the colors are kinda fun, and if I saw a picture with that perky cheerful pattern in real life, I might be tempted to snatch it up.  Heck, I might even put daisies in it, but I wouldn’t even take a photo for Facebook, never mind immortalizing it in yarn.

Warning: clown ahead.

Maybe I should have warned you about this one, too:

Ugh.  I really dislike snakes.  Well, snakes themselves not so much, but I need them to give me a warning.  If every snake hiding in my yard would just wave a little flag with their tail to let me know where they are, instead of sneaking up on me, out of the blue, then we would all be a lot happier.  This picture should probably do the same.  I think this was made just to see how many times it would make the owner’s wife jump out of her skin as she came around the corner of the den and ran into it.  I would rather just see the leaves sans snake, but of course that is how I am in real life.  They sure went to a lot of trouble with the frame, too.  A lot of work for a wall that should, again, be blank.

OK, I warned you:

The small text at the bottom reads “Truman Band Boosters, April Frolics”.  I don’t care how much you frolicked; how drunk would you have to be to agree to take this home?  It’s blue and rather gelatinous looking, although it was just shiny plastic, but I think they are going to have to change the tag to about $50.00.  They pay you, and hope it goes away and gets exploded in some teen-aged chemistry experiment.  I am just glad that he is not looking directly at me, as that would increase the yuck factor exponentially.  I do also have to mention that the clown and Mickey were at the same sale.  Do you think there is enough money saved up for that child’s lifetime trips to the psychiatrist?

I will have to give credit where it is due; the same sale yielded this mid-century ashtray stand:

Of course, to balance that out, we have the salad stand behind it.  The ashtray had some rather cool lines to it:

Makes you wonder what the ashtray looked like that came with it.  I would probably re-purpose it as a plant stand, but it was a little small, so it was a lot of work for one tiny plant.

We ran out of garage sales kinda early that day, so we had to hit up a thrift store, too.  While there, we found some more “art”.  It was that kind of day.

Being children of the ’60s/’70s we both had to admit to thinking that these were cute:

I am pretty sure I had a least one of the kittens done by this same artist, and I thought it was delightful.  Of course, I was ten; what did I know?  Deb might have dragged the poodle home, even though there is not an ounce of space on her walls (they are covered in GOOD art), but she couldn’t bring herself to break up the set.

We also agreed whole-heartedly with this sign:

After some of the things we had seen that morning, we might have even needed to rescue a couple of bottles.  Just call us the heroes of the moment.

One more pic of some fun stuff before we sign off.  I am sure we have admitted here before our penchant for fabric.  All we can say on our behalf is that we don’t have as much as some folks, so imagine our delight when we saw all this:

I only bought three pieces, and I promised to share with Deb.  See what a good girl I am.  Now, if I just felt well enough to go sew.

Well, I am off to go make another cup of tea, and see if I can clear my head a bit.  Just be grateful that I didn’t write this yesterday, as it would have made no sense at all.  As it is, it just barely makes it to coherent, so forgive me, and send a box of Kleenex my way.

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New Beginnings

It’s the season of rebirth, new beginnings, if you will.  In less than a month it will be summer.  The Summer Intern graduated from high school, not that we’re surprised, but he’s beginning a new chapter and so is Kathy.  And, I’m starting over in my yard after a horrible hailstorm Tuesday.  Luckily, the damage passed Kathy by, with the graduation party and all, but my house must have been near the epicenter.  We got two inches of hail and one and a half inches of rain in about 30 minutes.  At first I was bummed because things were looking so pretty, and now they aren’t.  But, it’s all a matter of perspective.  Now I’m telling myself that every ending is a new beginning.  Yeah, that feels better!

Here are a couple of hail pictures:

This is the start of the storm, looking out my front window.  I was pretty worried because some of the hail looked to be the size of a quarter.  Then it downsized to pea-sized hail, which is so much less damaging.  This is the scene in my backyard, the NEXT morning, about 9;30am:

I had to shovel the hail away from the siding on the back of the house.  There were still small piles of hail this morning in the shade.  That’s two days later!

We went garage saling Friday, for the last time with my parents.  They had fun pointing out blog fodder for me, and we saw some doozies.

My dad was particularly amused by this odd accretion of junque:

What a strange combination of office supplies and a plastic, wearable elephant trunk.  I was so tempted to buy it for Dad so he could exasperate the TSA on his flight home the next day.  Then sanity struck, and I decided that an 81 year old shouldn’t agitate those with the power to make him miss his plane.

This just doesn’t sound like a good idea:

I’m not a huge sushi fan, so shooting it out of a bazooka works for me!  That sushi does look really well rolled, so maybe it’s a useful gadget.  Five bucks does seem a bit much, though.

There are several funny (ha-ha and peculiar) things about this box:

First off, how are these rocks “lucky”?  (B.H. points out that there isn’t a lucky on the Post-it, but I swear I remember them being called lucky by the sellers.)  Eyes and straw hats doesn’t equal cute or lucky.  Maybe I should have plunked a buck down for the luck to prevent the hail; that would have been a real test if my house wasn’t hailed on, but the neighbors were.  But then, I counted up the lucky rocks and realized that at 5¢ each, it’s a better deal to buy them all for 65¢ and spending a dollar wouldn’t be all that lucky.

Normally we would save this for a Christmas post, but it’s needed now:

I just love the picture; it looks like Santa is thinking, “Dang, I still got it!”  It worries me that there are directions on how to clean the beard and eyebrows.  I have a hint—take the beard off before eating or drinking!  Or, if you’re sweating that much, maybe you aren’t cut out to be Santa.

We went to Who Gives a Scrap? and were smacked in the face by this:

Oh, Grandma, why did you have to use up all your scraps on one project?  One of everything but taste should be the tag on this one.  There are enough trimmings on this one hat to make several ugly hats.  Nothing good comes from using lace, ribbon, and silk flowers.

I have one other random picture.  Loveland, CO has a great sculpture garden, Benson Sculpture Garden.  It’s a great place to wander around in a beautiful setting:

It’s one of the top places to take visitors, right after garage sales and thrift stores!

That’s it for this week.  I mailed the cooking pamphlets to Stephanie and Thelinda.  Nilsa, I need you to email me your address so I can get yours mailed and off my to-do list.

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Running on Empty

It’s getting to be that time of year.  Around our school we call it “March, April, Mayhem”.  The summer intern is graduating from high school this year, and the party is at my house.  Not sure why I volunteered for that, but it means that I am frantically doing yard work, and generally running around trying to get ready.  Between that and Deb going out to visit her family, there has not been a whole lot of time for shopping, so the photo pool is a bit low, but never fear, we always have a few things in reserve, so we will blog away.  Wouldn’t want our loyal readers to go without their fix.

First up, we are so happy it is spring.  We have had just the right spring for all the trees to do this:

Isn’t it glorious?  No snow or cold snaps, so the fruit should be plentiful this year.  (I am saying that while knocking on wood, as last year for our school’s graduation, we had eight inches of heavy wet snow.  Mother Nature doesn’t always play fair.)

Deb was visiting one of our local garden centers this past week, and got a kick out of these signs:

   

Good thing they clarified, it’s been a while since most folks have had botany!

Not everyone visits our Facebook page, so I though I would share this here, as it is such a cool story.  Found this gigantic pin at a sale a few weeks ago.  The horns are almost five inches across, so it is really a statement piece:

Not sure where to wear it, other than Cheyenne Frontier Days, the Greeley Stampede, or the Stock Show, none of which I attend on a regular basis, but I had to have it.  After doing some research, turns out the pin was made by a company called Elzac, and sells in the $150 to $200 range.  Even better, the founders of Elzac are none other than Ruth and Elliot Hander, Barbie’s “parents” and the founders of Mattel.  Not a bad $5.00 find.

Guess we will continue on with a few more dolly-related photos.  I probably need to apologize for this one in advance.  It might compete with some creepy clown dolls, here we have a creepy Grandma doll:

At 10¢, I feel she is still wildly overpriced.  Is is just me, or does her face look suspiciously like the one they use for Santa?  I don’t even think it is Mrs. Claus!

We were amused by this entire table of Trolls:

They were trying to pawn them off as vintage, and while I agree they are a bit older, there were much older ones yet.  Did you know they even made patterns for the Troll dolls in the ’60s?  At least these were bright-colored and sort of fun.  Deb had to buy one of the teeny tiny ones for her fashion dolls.  Mine had to go without, as I felt they would be happier that way.

I am having a hard time deciding if this is a fail, or just not to my taste:

While it is nicely made, it still falls on the scale of being sweet enough to give you cavities in ALL your teeth.  Perhaps in the right little girl’s room, but she had better like pink and lace.  I think I prefer just a plain old Sun Bonnet Sue quilt.

Still discussing things that could go either way, we have this owl, I think:

It just sort of made me nervous staring at me from the display rack.  Maybe it’s because it has a rather long beak.  It gives me the idea of some disfigured monster just waiting to peck at me.  Could also be because it is just the face removed from any bodily contact.  Of course, a body might have been even scarier.  What could they have done with the claws?  Glad it is not hanging around a corner somewhere just waiting to surprise me.

As we are craft failing at the moment—brace yourself:

Oh, good grief.  I am going to hope that they were color blind.  At least if you got buried in an avalanche of snow, they could spot you through the whiteness.  Actually, the kicker was the tag:

Not only is it a WestREN Sunrise hat, it is supposed to keep you warm and STYLISH.  Well, I am going to give it warm.  Personally, I think that washing it in bleach might be the best solution available.

At the same sale as the above nightmare Grandma, we found this shelf of “stuff”:

Actually, if you expanded this shelf to the entire garage, you would get a pretty good idea of what the whole sale looked like.  It was an estate sale, but I think the best solution would have been a huge bonfire.  At least that would have been useful.  You could roast marshmallows, assuming you could see through the smoke from the smoldering plastic that was the grandma doll and the phony pink roses.

At another sale, we saw this:

Why are Japanese Tooth Brushes any different than our toothbrushes, and who needs a picture to show them that?  What’s more, even if you have said picture, why would you put it on your wall?  This is someone who was so desperate for bathroom wall art that this was the solution?  Go find yourself a plaster fish and some bubbles, and at least be amused by what you hang in there.

Nearby we saw these:

The flower pot should give you the scale.  OK, if you had the entire chess set, I could see this being vastly amusing for your patio, but two random pawns really don’t help out anything.  The kings, queens, rooks or bishops are much more decorative, and in your flower beds these just beg the question “why” and not much else.  We need to really help this person out with their decorating.  Of course, they did put this stuff out to sell, so maybe they got a new copy of Better Homes and Gardens and are trying again.

We wanted to announce the winners of our cooking pamphlet contest:

Nilsa
Thelinda
Stephanie G.

If you could email us at: thesecondhandroses@gmail.com with your addresses, I will get the pamphlets in the mail.  Thanks to all those who entered!

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Getting My Garage Sale Kicks on M-15

For those of you not in the know, M-15 is a north-south state highway in the lower peninsula of Michigan.  It runs right through the small town I grew up in, Davison.  So imagine my delight when my sisters told me that the annual M-15 garage sales were happening May 3-5, right at the end of my visit to the relatives.  The garage sales run along a 60 mile stretch of M-15, so even I was all garage saled out by the end.

The sales were slated to start unofficially on Thursday, when it started raining, really hard.  But all those May showers really brought on the flowers, including this tulip tree in my sisters’ neighborhood:

  

They are in the Magnolia family and are hardy.  My sisters say that the blooming can be a bit spotty, but when they are out, it’s absolutely gorgeous!

The problem with garage saling on state highway is that it’s a bit disconcerting to stop along a busy road, with a narrow shoulder while cars barrel by at 55-plus mph.  We garage salers aren’t afraid of a little danger in pursuit of a treasure.

The first thing that required a picture was this set of bookends:

   

Well, since I’m not running the Library at Alexandria in my house, and don’t have any exceptionally heavy books, they seemed like a bit of overkill.  The plaster had seen better days because the head of one of the strapping lads had been broken off.  He just doesn’t seem so tough with such a serious injury.

It’s hard to know where to start with this table of “goodies”:

There wasn’t a thing on it that I would drag home.  I suspect that most of it would fit the decor of an elderly woman who liked frilly, ladylike things around her.  I guess that the stool in the back is just fine, and the horse is kind of cool, but the vases are an eyesore and those old-timey wall plaques are not my thing.  They were clay, so they could be technically used for skeet shooting and so be useful for once in their long life.

These are supposedly traditional Korean masks:

I found the explanation in the upper left hand of the frame pretty amusing and uninformative:

The Mask in korea are called as Tal, Talbagaji, kwangdae and Choraengi etc. and are used to put on the face.  There is the cloth attached to them to clover the back of the head.  The particular of the korea mask play are not made for the individuals but they are made for the Community that the audience and the players could enjoy the plays together.

I copied this as closely as possible, including capitalization and spelling.  How do the masks allow the audience and players to “enjoy the plays together” ?  Why isn’t Korea capitalized?  Why do we care if the back of the head is clovered?  Very mysterious; if I were a better person, I would look this up on the internet and explain it to you instead of asking questions.

I did see some old cool, and not that cool things.  This is the not-cool thing:

If you’re going to decorate a cooler with tartan, why not choose one with better colors?  I went to the University of Michigan, so I’m okay with those colors, we call them maize and blue, but they’re not what I want on my cooler.  What about a lovely blue and green tartan, or maybe even a traditional red one?  That brown lid isn’t helping either!

Okay, I really liked this picnic basket:

  

The Hawkeye Basket Refrigerator is such a cool idea, and was really nicely executed.  You were meant to fill the lidded metal container with ice to keep your deviled eggs cold enough not to kill you.  The paint on this one is attractive, but I don’t think it’s original.  I’ve looked at quite a few pictures on the internet, and some old black and white advertisements—none of those baskets were decorated.  I’ve also looked at prices on the internet, and this basket is at the high end of the price range; the fact that it’s not in original condition is a problem.  Unless you really love it, and then it doesn’t matter what the price is as long as you can afford it.

The same sale had this old egg crate:

   

The wood had a wonderful patina, and the original paperboard dividers were still present inside.  The lady was in a dealing mood, so I did buy this.  I love old wooden things and it seemed like a no-brainer and a bargain.

I have one final thing to show you:

It’s a metal fountain with a glass topper.  I don’t hate it, but there is a lot going on.  At first glance, it looks like the dolphins are trapped under ice, which is pretty morbid for a patio table.  I really think that you need to live on the ocean for it to be allowed on your deck.  What do you think?

Don’t forget that the cooking pamphlet drawing will be tonight after 7 pm MDT:

    

If you’re interested in one of any of these pamphlets, just leave a comment here or on Facebook.  If you have a preference, mention that in your comment.  Good luck!

Also, we want to wish all the moms out there a Happy Mother’s Day this Sunday.

For the first time in a long time, I get to spend Mother’s Day with my mother.  It’s wonderful!

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Getting Grumpy

Ah yes, the joys of Spring in Colorado.  We are going on two days straight of rain, and not to whine, but we have now had over two inches of it.  Don’t get me wrong, “but we need the moisture” is Colorado’s unofficial motto, and we had a pretty dry Winter.  We really do need it, but I just wish Mother Nature could dole it out in smaller parcels.  Say a half to three-quarter inches at a time, instead of giving it to us all in one batch and then forgetting to rain for the next two months.  Add to that, I am going on week three of shopping on my own while Deb is gallivanting around with her family.  Yep, call me grumpy.  I may be crabby, but I do have a batch of things to either make you irritable too, or make you laugh; hopefully the latter.

Brace yourself; we start off with scary art:

From head on , it looks like it might be a kinda cute seal or something.  The sideways view is a bit creepier:

We think it is supposed to be some sort of mask, but I am thinking it was just a waste of raw materials.  I would expect the eyes to start glowing around midnight, and then what kind of fresh hell would start after that is anybody’s guess.  If you picked this up at the thrift store, be prepared for the scary music to start in the back ground.  Listen to the audience and put it down!

Next up, a couple of craft fails:

The concept of these bed dolls eludes me.  What is wrong with a teddy bear on your bed?  Who wants these faded belles hanging around?  This one has a rather bad case of jaundice to go with her other problems.  Nothing like old cheap plastic to turn yellow at the drop of a slowly falling hat, but at least her face matches her golden hair and dress.  If red is not your color, how about a nice bride?

Well, she isn’t yellow.  On the other hand, I think she is wearing an ENTIRE skein of yarn on that dress.  As Deb says, “it has one of everything, except taste”.  It might even take up enough space to make your dog go find another place to sleep, or he might just eat it, make a tummy sacrifice, and hope for a more elegant replacement.

While we are talking dogs: poodle candle, anyone?

This canine was almost a foot tall, so that is some candle.  While the design isn’t too horrid, what happens as you burn it?  It would take you years to go through a candle this size (unless you took aim at it with a flamethrower!) and in the meantime you would feel like the worst sort of felon as you tortured this poor pooch to death.  Melting head, eyes and nose, flashback to the melting faces scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark.  Yep, stuff of nightmares.

On the other hand, we can all be happy with a little DDT in our yards:

Tell me, does this woman look just a teensy bit maniacally joyful as she has at those bugs on the roses?  I’m a gardener and I get it, but still, I wouldn’t turn my back on her.  She may be a Stepford Wife as well, for all we know.  Maybe moving is the only option.

I probably should give you a break and show you something fun:

This was a near thing to me bringing it home.  It says Kitsch with a capital K in all the best ways.  It’s large, shiny, and lights up.  What more could you want?  Although, I do understand there were some of these that were heaters too.  It had one sail loose and they wanted $30, so it saved me from an embarrassing conversation with my hubby, and figuring out a way to sell it again.  I think I could probably succumb to a collection of TV lamps, but they are large, so it’s not a good idea, and how many TVs would you need to display them?  I have enough trouble getting the family away from the boob tube, plus these days, there is not a lot of room on top of them!

Protected in the same case as the TV lamp, I spotted this:

Really?  I would have slapped that puppy out on the shelves, loosened a pin, and hoped the whole thing collapsed in a fortunate heap.  Fifteen dollars seems a bit much to pay for lead poisoning as well.  If you were not very good at making wine, this might be the set for you.  Your guests would be blinded by the glitter and might not notice the vinegar in their cup.  Better yet, go buy some cheap wine, put it in a nice glass and pass this by.

A couple of weeks ago, Deb showed off an odd  poodle planter, and we were told by a loyal reader that it was a sample, and would have been painted to order.  We are not sure if this is the same thing, but even if it is a sample, why would you start off pink?

For the dad that “got stuck” with a little girl and was really hoping for a chip of the old block to play for Notre Dame?  It is a pink footballer, check out the side view for confirmation:

Pink helmet, check, pink football, check.  Do you fill it with pink plastic flowers, use your teams colors, or plant ivy and hope it covers the whole thing up?

Thought I would leave you with one more sort of cute:

It’s a nice tea towel, but why they felt the need to frame it is beyond us.  After 1959, it’s not very useful, and it is not that decorative.  I love towels like this, as I have zero guilt using them, and they are usually super nice linen.  The thrift store decided it was an antique and priced it accordingly, so it stayed there.

The Summer Intern has developed a raging case of Senioritis (he graduates this year) and is using a rainy day as an excuse to stay home.  Heck, I may just let him get away with it, as I don’t want to go out in the rain either.  I see another cup of tea in my future!

We have a giveaway going on with three vintage cooking pamphlets.  If you’re interested in entering the contest, leave a comment on this post or Facebook.  The drawing will be in a week.

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Bananas Aren’t Just For Pies and Other Vintage Cooking Pamphlets

I thought it was time to do another weird collection post.  I have quite a few collections so it’s kind of hard to choose.  Fate stepped in, and I got into an organizing frenzy.  Patterns, doll clothes, and cooking pamphlets got sorted and put into comic book boxes—yes, I have that many of those things!  I found some pretty funny cooking pamphlets and hey presto, there was my collection post.  It didn’t hurt that there were some duplicates, so it is also time for a giveaway.

Bananas weren’t always on the counter like they are today.  They used to be considered exotic, and cooks didn’t really know what to do with them.  This pamphlet came out in 1942 to help with that problem:

Banana bread and banana cream pies are everywhere now, and rightly so because they are yummy!  But the modern housewife of the 1940s wanted to serve bananas for dinner, too:

Voila, Banana Scallops!  At first I was afraid that the recipe was for bananas and scallops, which may or may not be gross.  But no, you mix crushed corn flakes, evaporated milk, eggs, and salt together and deep fry them.  Just add tomato juice, meat patty (!!!) cauliflower, lettuce salad, orange sherbet, and crisp cookies and you have a meal fit for a king, or not.

If banana scallops aren’t your thing, how about Banana Rice Savory?

Who doesn’t love bananas with boiled rice, savory cheese sauce, and paprika?  The savory cheese sauce sounds kind of good, butter, four, salt and pepper, mustard, Worcestershire sauce, milk, and cheese.  But, not on bananas—even with rice to help smooth things over!  I’m kind of shaky with the dessert too; is raisin pie even good?

A little later in the pamphlet, the ship gets righted with these recipes:

Finally, Banana Cream Pie!  Serve with vegetable soup, hot muffins, and a beverage and you have yourself a supper.  Although, if you just want to have the pie, that would be okay, too.  It has eggs and milk, which makes it a complete meal in my eyes.

I just love the cover of this next pamphlet:

Gosh, that has to be the late 1950s or early ’60s don’t you think?  She is a pretty cute spoon girl, and how could you not like the name, Miss Fluffy?  I’m wondering if Miss Fluffy was a brand of rice or just the spokeswoman for the Rice Council?  This kind of booklet is always published by some group trying to promote the use of their product.  Council seems to be their favorite way to describe themselves and give their association some gravitas.

I’m just showing you one Miss Fluffy recipe and it’s a doozy:

The quintessential disgusting food of the 1950s and 1960s were molded dinners made with weird ingredients and gelatin.  Shrimp and Rice Mousse fits the bill to a “T”.  What were they thinking?  Can you imagine the faces around the table when this mess was put in front of them?  I hate to say it, but when I looked at the picture, all I could think of was breasts, and I’m a woman.  The cucumber and parsley garnish at the top doesn’t help at all.  If you wanted to eat shrimp and rice, I’m sure there are about a million better ways to serve it than this!

I’m all in on this next pamphlet:

   

I really like potato chips, but just don’t eat them much because, well, once you start it’s hard to stop.  If I could justify eating chips with meals then life might be perfect.  Just look at all the nutritious meals you can make with potato chips:

What’s the harm in Beef Loaf, or Chicken Chow Mein?  I’m a little suspicious of Curried Shrimp Balls made with potato chips, but what the heck, give it a whirl.  I wonder what this recipe would taste like—Chip Stuffing:

There is all that nutritious chicken to offset the chips around the chicken and inside of it!  Maybe no one would call Child Protective Services on you, or at least you could make the case that you were trying to be a good parent.  Just to be safe, be sure that you add the whole three cups of bread, so you can argue that there is more bread than salty deliciousness.

If you’re going to eat potato chips for meals, just drop the pretense and go crazy.  Potato chip waffles and potato chip coffee cake fit the bill:

I’m not sure how potato chips make a coffee cake better; it seems a little salty to me.  But, if you can eat fried chicken on waffles, you might as well throw in a few chips too.

The next pamphlet sounds so harmless.  500 Tasty Sandwiches:

It was published in 1941, and was part of those collections by culinary institutes on how to cook almost any food category.  I’m not sure why they chose that sandwich for the cover; it shows kind of questionable content to me:

Creamed Egg and Asparagus sandwiches doesn’t even sound good.  I love asparagus, but the idea of it mixed with hard-boiled eggs, layered with ham, covered with sauce on buttered toast sounds dicey.  You had better like them, too, because the recipe makes eight sandwiches.

I had to laugh at the idea of Liver Sausage Clubs:

There was never enough tomato or lettuce to cover up the liver in a sandwich.  I don’t care if they call it liver sausage, it’s still liver.

On the same page is a club sandwich called Midnight Feast.  Since it’s made of mashed kippered herring and hard-boiled eggs, I’m pretty sure that they are the stuff of nightmares.  I love the touch that you quarter the sandwich and put an olive on each quarter as a garnish.  I’m also wondering why you would make six sandwiches at midnight?  For your insomniac bridge club?

I’m also kind of worried about cottage cheese sandwiches:

There is nothing wrong with cottage cheese just as it is.  You could even throw some fresh fruit on it if you want to go wild.  Some folks use it in lasagna, or make dips from it which is fine by me.  But, I’m drawing a hard line at putting it on sandwiches, and there is nothing you could add to them to make it bearable.  We should put the Potato Chip Council on the problem; at least it would then be salty.

I’m a little shaky on this sandwich:

I don’t eat tuna fish now, but when growing up I sure ate a lot of it, especially on meatless Fridays.  I don’t EVER recall eating it with cucumber and paprika.  I’m on board with onion, green pepper, celery, and mayonnaise.  I think cucumber and paprika just sounds gross!

Well, I could go on forever.  I scanned the Celebrity Recipe booklet with such gems as Gladys Knight’s Fried Chicken with Sauerkraut recipe, or Sergio Franchi’s Cold Poached Veal with Tuna Sauce (blorp!) but you’re just going to have to wait.  One of us is sure to organize a collection and get another wild hair.

Now for the giveaway.  We have three duplicate pamphlets and if you would like one of them, leave a comment here or on our Facebook page.  If there is a special one you want, leave that info in the comment, and if you win, and are the first to request the pamphlet, it’s yours.  Here are the pamphlets.  Sorry they are a bit blurry, but since they’re in CO and I’m in MI there’s no way to retake the pictures:

  

The drawing will be after 7 pm MDT on May 11th.  Be sure to enter if you would like to cook like your grandmother did.

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A Collector’s Mania

We admit it, we are collectors.  We sometimes even confess to the words pack rat and hoarder, although we would like to think we are tidier than the latter two terms would suggest.  On top of being collectors, we are collectors of numerous things.  One collection just won’t do.  Jewelry, dolls, cooking pamphlets, and kitchen stuff we have in common.  Separately, aprons, pottery, books, oriental things, NOT cow creamers and Stieff, bark pictures, crazy wooden things, and that is just off the top of my head.  I am sure there are more.  So this post is dedicated to collecting!

We recently attended a sale of a long-time local resident.  In fact, he was my family doctor from the time I was a tot, till his retirement while I was in my late 30s.  He passed away a dozen or so years ago, but apparently someone else had been living in the house up until just a few months ago, and all the stuff was still there.  It was a magnificent sale, and we had a really good time.  Here is a sampling of a few of our favorite pieces from this long-time collector.

The Mrs. must have really liked depression glass:

There was more than just this table, too.  It’s really too bad that this is not that popular any more, as it really is so dainty and pretty.  It’s still super useful, as well.  I noticed that the glass did not sell at all on the first day of the sale, but on the second day at half price, it flew out the door.

We both had to grudgingly admit to being really fond of this telephone:

Thank goodness someone else snapped it up, before we could become hoarders of telephones.  I am not sure who you would call on this, but it surely begs for a call to Zsa Zsa or Liberace.  A telemarketer would be a sacrilege.

We also thought this stove was downright adorable:

The baby picture behind it is pretty cute, too.  We always look at these things and think how thrilled that housewife was to get something so helpful for her kitchen.

There were not a lot of oriental things in the house, but this beautiful kimono was hanging on the living room wall:

Isn’t it wonderful when clothes are art?

On a side note, one of the first things I spotted at this sale was a copy of the History of Larimer County by Ansel Watrous.  This local history book was first published in 1911, and those early copies are very rare.  This one was a leather-bound edition in wonderful condition.  Called my hubby and asked if he wanted to plunk down the $125 to make it our own.  We have been looking for a nice copy for years.  Of course he did, and after I got home with it as well as several other local history books (did I say we collect books?) he was so excited by it, that he promptly went and purchased the 1972 reprint, which isn’t super cheap either, just so he could read it, and not damage the original.  That’s what book collectors do.  At least this is on his head, not mine.

On a collecting note, we saw this box at the thrifts a bit ago:

Seriously?  We could fill that puppy up with one trip to the thrift store, and not even blink.  If that is all the collectibles you have, you are a PIKER, and not worthy of the name collector.

This is more like it:

This does not only count for dolls.  I don’t care if you collect Rolls-Royces, I bet that you can find a garage somewhere to put one more in.  Just ask a real collector.  And don’t even get me started on jewelry or those other tiny things.  Thousands of pieces of jewelry actually do begin to take up space.  Who knew?

For those wanting to begin their own collection, have I found the thing for you.  Why not art?  Art, you say, isn’t that expensive?  Well, here is how to start out:

I found this brochure on our recent trip to Santa Fe, NM.  They have taken old cigarette machines and converted them to dispense art!  This sent me on a quest to find one of these machines.  Found this one near the plaza:

And found one at the Meow Wolf complex. (By the way, if you get the chance to visit there, it is pretty crazy!)  Had to give it a try, and here is my new art:

Each item is the size of a pack of cigarettes, of course.  They either come in boxes or on wooden blocks.  The box contained the small green print and button, and the block has a cool Zentangle drawing.

The drawing is an actual original work, and my favorite:

The drawing was held in place with photo corners and wrapped in plastic (see the above pic).  On looking at the info on the project, I found out that the artist is paid $2.50 on each sale, and the group of artists that do the Zentangle ones then use the money they make to make microloans to third world artists.  Isn’t it amazing what one tiny drawing can do?  And my dollies get some original artwork, as I will frame it and add it to their collection!

After looking at the site, artomat.org, I found out some more places with the machines.  For those interested, check it out.  You can also find out how to be an Artomat artist.  Noticed that there are eight machines in the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Vegas, and I am heading there for a doll convention this summer.  More art, oh wait, is that a collection?

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