Still in search of that last vintage beer/alcohol crate for my vinyl, the husband and I headed to a massive antique mall in Oxford.
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And I have to say we were blown away. Parts of it had the normal antique mall booths with multiple vendors and then there was this room.
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Which was really more of a museum. Those vintage hand painted sleds were da bomb.
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There were some truly fabulous items.
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With fabulous prices to accompany them. We spent hours just in that one room. And then we moved on..
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My husband probably has a dozen of these old glass water bottles and frames, but that never stops him from looking for number 13.
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I nixed the idea of hanging that on the Barn Mahal door.
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Husband wanted to buy all these Trump dollars and use them to start our next fire, but I couldn’t stand the thought of that man riding all the way home with us even if I knew he’d end up in the ash pile.
We decided to beat the crazy Damn it, I have to take the wife out because it’s February 14th again Valentines Day crowds and spent yesterday having fun instead. When you’ve been married as long as we have, big romantic gestures are a thing of the past… and that’s fine. We started the day with a light lunch and cocktail at our local pub and then hit some antique stores.
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Where someone made art out of discarded lobster shells. Quirky, if not slightly disturbing.
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They say necessity is the mother of invention and this sled with skis seems to prove the adage.
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I found one vintage beer crate but it was full of bottles I didn’t want and a rotted bottom that wouldn’t hold my vinyl for long.. so I passed.
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Here’s the husband examining what was tagged as “A turban egg beater from the late 1800’s”
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Not seeing any colorful head coverings we realized the disc said “turbine egg beater”…. which, when you think about it, is equally as puzzling.
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Remember my post about Maine inventing chewing gum the other day? Glad the husband didn’t see this.
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After an afternoon of antiquing we ended at one of our favorite restaurants for dinner which was blissfully empty when we arrived.
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After a few lemon drop martinis and a fabulous cup of smoky clam chowder, dinner.
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Pan seared panko haddock with garlic Parmesan mashed potatoes, almond compound butter green beans, crispy leeks and lemon dill aioli paired well with a blackberry margarita for me.
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And a very rare Wagyu beef filet with red wine demi glacé, pickled peppers, pea tendrils and maple butter roasted carrots for the husband. Both meals were fabulous as usual and we shared a coffee crème brûlée that we devoured too quickly to photograph.
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So today.. on the actual day, we exchanged cards and my other half gave me a fancy cupcake and a box of truffles.
Alright, there were originally six truffles in the box and I took the picture at 8:00am.
Let’s start with the required weekly photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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Say what you will about cats, the creatures know how to relax.
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This marketing strategy seemed a bit extreme for fresh water from the Alps. Death isn’t normally what I look for when buying natural spring water… but to each their own.
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The husband had been sputtering about a hot air popper for a while now, so I broke down and bought him one. Aside from breaking the top cover on the second go around, it looks like he hasn’t quite mastered the proper kernel to bowl ratio yet either….
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A tent for office naps? I fail to see how this won’t be noticed by management.
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As we began, so shall we end.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten, looking less than pleased with the photographer.
I hadn’t seen them in a while but they came tromping across the back yard looking for a snack early enough the other evening for me to grab a few pics.
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There were 8 total. Does, youngsters…
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And the harem master… who honestly, is a bit of an ass. No one else is allowed to eat until he’s had his share.
As you know, I live in Maine. Land of lobster, rugged rocky shores and sturdy, no nonsense, salt of the earth people. We’re generally laid back and slow to anger so when I saw this article the other day about things you should never say because they piss us off? I had to share a few…
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They’re not.
Trust me on this.
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This goes for all of you except rawgod. His snow storms and cold temps are epic.
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Sumner in Maine is tourist season and believe me, the locals don’t enjoy much about that. We may need your money, but we can do without your attitude and desire to have a Starbucks on every corner thank you very much.
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Warm winters? You can have them… I need snow.
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I really had to laugh at this one. Though that doesn’t look like my husband physically, they’re definitely brothers in spirit. But I have to disagree with the last sentence … there’s not much room left in our cellar.
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