Rummaging on Saturday, I spotted this huge black velvet painting of unicorns.
It was near the end of our day (as marked by the sums in our pockets), so I wasn’t able to buy it. Not that I wouldn’t love to have it, but since we already have problems with wall space — and we’re moving to a smaller house — I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it $35 worth. So if it had been, say, $5, I would have snapped it up and then wondered how to hang it from the ceiling or something. Ah, the blessings of unicorns.
When I spotted this vintage pink Tom Thumb cash register at the Moorhead Antique Mall, my bell was rung and I was instantly transported back to playing with a sooo-retro turquoise version…
Mainly that old toy cash register was used to ring up sales in the basement bar, where my sister and I played barmaid and waitress, serving my parents corny cocktails like screwdrivers — an actual screwdriver in an empty glass, har har har — and equally moronic meals, made of puns and odd found basement things.
By then, the box had long been gone, but it was still awesome!
And I totally want to call my sister and reminisce… Maybe over a couple of screwdrivers.
Via A Slip of a Girl, news of the “Backtacular”: a tramp stamp of tape you place over your anal cleft, rather than dressing appropriately. Tacky is as tacky does, you know. …I suppose in some cases it also a depilatory.
Kids bored? Are you bored? Get ready to cut & paste! Baking With Medusa presents Things to Make and Do With Boris Karloff, Project Number Two: No-Clothespin Theater, featuring the windmill scene from Frankenstein/Bride of Frankenstein.
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What’s sillier, the red knit poncho or the pink stuffed poodle at the beach?
German postcard by Krüger, A series, via Truus, Bob, And Jan Too; see more of my Dames & Dogs here.