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As if all the weirdo products aren’t bad enough, now Facebook wants to dress me.
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At first glance I thought that was a skirt.
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Do I want to walk around furred and feathered?
I do not.
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Gender neutral? How about plain hideous.
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I despise Crocs and have never worn one. Adding a flashlight to the toe will not change my mind.
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I’m picturing me trying to get in (or out) of this dress after a few martinis. It’s not a pretty picture..
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While my husband doesn’t like those crafty, shabby chic types of antique stores… he does love the kind I hate.
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The ones with massive piles of disorganized, rusted and abandoned crap that are more suited to a trash pile.
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Veritable junk yards is what they are… kitchen sink and bathroom tub included.
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But he happily pokes around, just knowing there’s a buried treasure there somewhere.
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Thankfully he didn’t find any here.
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Though he did give that industrial bread rack a hard look.
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I can always tell when my husband isn’t going to like an antique store.
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You know the type…. filled with shabby chic and crafty things. He cruises through those stores quickly and rarely enjoys himself,
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Until he turned a corner in this one and saw the shredded wheat crate he’d just purchased for $25…
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(Yes, he collects wooden yard sticks. Don’t ask.) ….was selling for $125.
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Then? He was a fan.
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And chuckled at a few things.
Especially the creative way the owners of this old schoolhouse decided to deal with their roof leak.
New shingles? Not exactly.
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Indoor guttering.
Odd… but you have to admit, it is interesting.
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* warning – photo of taxidermied deer to follow *
The search for vintage beer or whisky crates continues…
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And it’s not going well. Crates abound, but none of them are alcohol related… so boo to that.
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If these weren’t so expensive I might have grabbed them. Bound to be interesting reading.
And because you never know what you’ll find at antique stores?
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A bag of ducks.
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I’ve seen this type of taxidermy before and it always stupefies me. Did they only kill the front half?
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By all means, feed them. And do it immediately… before they suck out your soul while you sleep.
**shivers**
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I tried to talk the husband into buying this antique incubation table but he was having none of it. I know he won’t let me have chickens, but it would have been great for keeping hors d’oeuvres warm in the man cave.
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I examined this booklet and found absolutely nothing new.
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Hutch made of tree bark? Um… no. Lord Dudley would be climbing it on a daily basis.
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I have no explanation for this whatsoever.
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Another few days of sweat equity and my husband is still at it.
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His dedication to the rehab of the discarded free furniture is actually quite impressive. Shame he doesn’t show the same enthusiasm for my honey do list, but what can I say? Things you don’t have to do are always more rewarding.
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The six chairs turned out to be more of a job than he bargained for but the result was a definite improvement.
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But here’s where it got amusing… at least for me. My husband went to a craft store and purchased fabric to recover the cushions.
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Did he choose a nice quality, attractive fabric? Of course not, he’s a man. But it was fresh and clean…. and standing to the side watching him play seamstress was priceless.
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Look at that cute little Suzy Homemaker.
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Okay, there was a hammer for fine tuning… Martha Stewart he’s not. But even I had to admit the results made a difference.
Before –
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After –
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To be continued…..
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Maine has a chain of stores called Mardens. Personally, I can’t stand them as they’re full of cheap merchandise, knockoffs, and nearly expired items from various store closures. But a friend of mine loves them and insists on visiting every time we shop together. On a recent trip I spotted this:
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Yes, they were selling small …think slightly larger than the ketchup cup you get with take out… containers of water.
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And marketing it for pets. Proof positive there’s one born every minute.
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Did you try it? Holy hole in a donut Batman! The human body is a strange beast.
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My deepest darkest dream put in cartoon form.
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I’m a woman.
I love jewelry.
These statements are accurate. So while Facebook’s purchase suggestion was correct in theory, it was a tad off when it came to style.
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And when it came to shoes ?
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While I did appreciate the bottle opener feature, I tend to draw the line at astroturf footwear.
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Hmm… I didn’t know I wanted this either.
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But now I kind of do….
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Husband wanted to go to the annual giant yard sale at the Cumberland Fairgrounds this past Saturday and you know only the lure of cheap treasure would make him wait on this kind of line.
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The gates opened at 9:00am. We were there at 9:01 and the line was already insane. This is just a fraction of it –
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Naturally the heat and humidity came roaring back with a vengeance that day.
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How hot was it?
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Bald men wearing trash bag hats hot.
Was the treasure worth the long line and $10 per person entrance fee?
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I didn’t think so.
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But you know the husband had to fully examine each and every table.
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We were there for nearly 4 hours. Me getting sweatier and crankier by the minute… him never failing to strike up a conversation with a fellow Marine.
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In his hands? Some kind of haying tool and an antique wallpaper ruler.
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And whatever this was.
Treasure?
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You be the judge.
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Zoolak?
This required some research. It certainly doesn’t sound tasty….
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And though there were vintage crates galore, not one was man cave appropriate… so I just came home with a few more albums.
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For Mistermuse –
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I’m beginning to wonder exactly what kind of weirdo Facebook thinks I am.
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The husband and I will not be rocking matching bat suits anytime soon. ( Not to say we wouldn’t crush them, I simply don’t feel the need)
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This made me do a double take, and further research was warranted.
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Jeans that give new meaning to the phrase pants on fire.
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I had to laugh at this ad because I just saw the exact product at a flea market for $10. Sorry Pier One.
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I can say it. But from now on, I won’t.
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The husband bought another vintage cocktail recipe book, though to my knowledge he’s never mixed a cocktail in his life.
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He knew it was old because it said so right in the title.
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Mixed drinks are no mystery to me, but whatever.
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Pinch bottle and spot bottle? Now I know what my mother was talking about when she said she added a pinch of this and a pinch of that.
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Those are some pretty potent potables, and I definitely could have used the income tax cocktail during my 8 hour conversation with the IRS last month.
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And look, they even have vintage snack recipes. Though no crudite …. sorry Mehmet.
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Husband’s other little treasure was this promotional package of Squirt. Can’t say I ever drank it, but I’m thinking it’s citrusy.
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