I don’t mean buying a big waterfront house with hot and cold running gardeners or a snazzy little Lamborghini for running errands…. those go without saying.
I mean something that’s insignificant to others but seems like pure bliss to you.
I’ll go first.
I want…
A personal hair stylist at my beck and call to keep my big ‘80’s hair looking perfect all day, everyday!
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She/he doesn’t have to follow me around with a brush and a can of hair spray all day, but my hair is labor intensive and not having to worry about styling it would be a real treat.
In anticipation of our possible trip to the Antique Roadshow taping this summer, I’ve been silently walking around the house wondering what we should take.
Yes, we have hundreds of antiques… but it should be something special.
Something unusual.
Something expensive.
Something the dealers won’t roll their eyes at once we step away from the appraisal desk.
In a perfect world I would have taken this…
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A large Audubon print of canvas back ducks in Baltimore harbor.
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Years ago we thought this was the real deal. It was the right elephant folio size to be an original…
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It had the correct identifiers…
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The right printer and date.
It was a gift to my parents from a wealthy family friend and had been hanging on my parents wall since the 1960’s. My mother always told me it was worth a fortune.
She was right about that..
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But when my husband and I took it to Christie’s auction house in NYC 30 years ago we were told it was an only a good quality restrike from the 1940’s, worth approximately $3,000.
While that’s not chump change, and it may have appreciated some since then….
We drove down to Barrington New Hampshire recently… specifically to visit this store.
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Calefs was opened in 1869 and run by the same family for 150 years. Walking through its doors is like stepping back in time.
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Filled to the rafters with quirky products you’re not apt to see anywhere else, it’s a wonderful place to browse.
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Here’s the husband examining some pickled quail eggs.
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You can’t go wrong with peace, love or cheese.
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Beer?
They have that too.
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People still fill buckets with pickles from a wooden barrel.
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Though as I was taking a picture of this briny abomination the man behind the counter said, “Go ahead… no one’s tried them yet!”
Can’t say I’m surprised.
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Even the hot sauce was fun.
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The creaky uneven floors of the old farmhouse were great and my husband thoroughly enjoyed gawking at all the antiques lining the top shelves. The woman standing next to him works there and shared some story history.
Apologies for not posting every state, some of you just aren’t that weird.
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This sounds perfectly reasonable to me. There are entirely too many fake cowboys.
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Do pickles bounce in every state, or just Connecticut?
Is my recently dormant pickle algorithm to blame for this blog?
I have questions…
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If I have any Hawaiian readers, please try this and report back.
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Okay, so that’s not very weird, but it’s my state so I’m including it.
I’m also adding this picture …. of the absolutely only billboard I’ve ever seen here. It’s on the Lisbon road heading towards Lewiston and was supposedly “grandfathered” in.
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I don’t buy that excuse. There were plenty of older billboards, someone is just too cowardly to rip down God.
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Kudos to Nebraska for their honesty.
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Finally, a reason to visit Notth Dakota.
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Do you love this as much as I do?
I’m not sure why they thought a giant plastic potato would draw tourists to their state, but I’m all in.
It also might explain something my husband and I are puzzled by every time we drive by this house…
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Yes. This is real.
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Clearly the homeowners are from Rhode Island.
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Seagulls have been known to wreak havoc here. I’ve had them steal a loaf of bread from my tote bag and dive bomb our cat. They will flat out f**k you up.
As many of you know, we’ve battled a certain red squirrel in the past.
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She’s chewed holes in our barn, our garage and our wood shed.
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She’s gnawed her way into the eaves of our home and given birth to a large brood we physically had to evict. She attacked my husband when he was cleaning gutters and built a nest in his truck engine, destroying wires that required it to be towed to the repair shop. I could go on, but I think you get the gist.
She’s a menace.
So the other day… when I saw she had a friend?
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I was concerned, but before I could fully process the horror? I saw this…