We’re not calling them “cheesy” out of spite — these retro bikini panties include wedges of cheese in the cats and mice circle of life. Set on a backdrop of bright yellow with mod orange polka dots no less.
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.
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.
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.