Where My Kitchen
Used to Be.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Pack It Up. Pack It In. Let Me Begin.
We finally got word that Monday is the big day. Some rogue crew of God only knows who is going to crack into our kitchen floor like it's a big ole walnut. Whoo. Hoo.
To ready ourselves, I've started packing up the kitchen. Seriously, you never truly know how much stuff you own until you start packing up a kitchen. It all seems so harmless and manageable when it's behind closed doors and drawers. But when you start to really dive in...wow.
So, I thought I'd show you a new treasure before it gets lost in the fray.
This morning, the Mister hit an estate sale for me in the hopes of finally landing the taxidermy swordfish that I've always dreamed about. Oh yes, I have dreams. I've wanted one for years and after seeing a tiny sliver of one's tail in an estate sale ad picture, I became absolutely frenzied. Had anyone noticed but me?? Surely the entire world wants this fish too!! Trust me when I say that you don't see many taxidermy sea creatures in landlocked Tennessee. You'll find woodland creatures of all kinds but the chances of finding a swordfish are slim. I couldn't even sleep last night for picturing how it was going to look over the mantel.
When I woke up sick this morning, I was crestfallen. I swiftly made an "I'll bake you cookies!" bargain with the Mister to swing by there and snag the fish o' my dreams. Alas, he was at the sale bright and early but the family had decided to keep the swordfish. D'oh! Dammit! My little heart was crushed. I had already named him. And visualized him in this year's Christmas card picture. He matched my eyes. There is no justice in this world.
(Don't even get me started. With all of the hat racks in the world, don't you think that the poor deer needed his feet more than we did? Uggh.)
Even though the poor deer lost out, not all was not lost on the treasure hunt, it's always fun to see what Mister Kitsch picks out when he goes to estate sales alone. First he'll hit the boxes of 78's but after that, he's really good about combing the wares to make sure there aren't any undiscovered Eartha style treasures like old cleaning products, hillbilly memorabilia or sixty year old rick-rack. Or wacky glassware. He's really good at the hunt and I always wait with anticipation to see what he'll bring home. He brought a few lovely glass treasures home today and there are rumors that there are some concrete planters in his car trunk at work. Here is my favorite of his finds. It's an old alcohol jigger:
This illustration made me laugh so hard! No alcohol for rabbits, apparently. I bet it has something to do with how promiscuous they are.
Men get twice as much booze as the ladies.
Obviously, if you're in the three ounce zone, you're a pig that drools on vacationers.
And well, nobody wants to be the Jackass! Hic-Haw!
As an additional bonus, this little jigger came from Rock City where the Mister and I were married so there are little scenes mixed in like the swinging bridge.
Here we are on that same bridge on our wedding day. Thankfully, not getting drooled on by a giant drunken pig!
Though in retrospect, the Mister probably could have used a few more ounces of elixir. 
Here you'll see him taking Lover's Leap a little too literally. And this was only mere minutes after our wedding. Can you imagine how he must feel years later? I love how the tourists don't even notice that some guy is about to jump.
And speaking of "about to jump", I'd better get back to the packing so that we can enjoy one last weekend before the dust starts to fly again. I hope that y'all have a great weekend!
Until next time, x's and o's, Eartha
This morning, the Mister hit an estate sale for me in the hopes of finally landing the taxidermy swordfish that I've always dreamed about. Oh yes, I have dreams. I've wanted one for years and after seeing a tiny sliver of one's tail in an estate sale ad picture, I became absolutely frenzied. Had anyone noticed but me?? Surely the entire world wants this fish too!! Trust me when I say that you don't see many taxidermy sea creatures in landlocked Tennessee. You'll find woodland creatures of all kinds but the chances of finding a swordfish are slim. I couldn't even sleep last night for picturing how it was going to look over the mantel.
When I woke up sick this morning, I was crestfallen. I swiftly made an "I'll bake you cookies!" bargain with the Mister to swing by there and snag the fish o' my dreams. Alas, he was at the sale bright and early but the family had decided to keep the swordfish. D'oh! Dammit! My little heart was crushed. I had already named him. And visualized him in this year's Christmas card picture. He matched my eyes. There is no justice in this world.
Why couldn't they have squirreled this away for posterity instead?
(Don't even get me started. With all of the hat racks in the world, don't you think that the poor deer needed his feet more than we did? Uggh.)
Even though the poor deer lost out, not all was not lost on the treasure hunt, it's always fun to see what Mister Kitsch picks out when he goes to estate sales alone. First he'll hit the boxes of 78's but after that, he's really good about combing the wares to make sure there aren't any undiscovered Eartha style treasures like old cleaning products, hillbilly memorabilia or sixty year old rick-rack. Or wacky glassware. He's really good at the hunt and I always wait with anticipation to see what he'll bring home. He brought a few lovely glass treasures home today and there are rumors that there are some concrete planters in his car trunk at work. Here is my favorite of his finds. It's an old alcohol jigger:
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Gettin' Out of The House
The house repair experience is still fraught with woe. They haven't cracked into our kitchen floor yet but it will be soon. The wait is killing me. I just want it done. I want to see what's under there. I want to deal with it and have it behind us.
On Sunday, the Mister and i were about to fall into the trap of doing more renovation work but I had to put my foot down. I knew that if we didn't get out of this house for just a little bit, I was going to go absolutely insane. We decided to hit the little town of Goodlettsville and do the antique stores there. We didn't last too long since the air conditioning is usually fairly hit or miss in those places but we did manage to forget about house repair troubles for a little while.
Here are a couple of items that I didn't get but had to document for y'all:
Yikers. This is the kind of thing that I usually would not buy but it was so insane that I had to let you all have a peek. This is one happy dude!
I couldn't resist this little housedress because it has the holy trifecta of cotton gingham, rick-rack and a hand-sewn zipper. Trust me when I say that this dress would not fit me even if all of my bones were removed but it was cheap and to me is like a lovely piece of folk art.
On Sunday, the Mister and i were about to fall into the trap of doing more renovation work but I had to put my foot down. I knew that if we didn't get out of this house for just a little bit, I was going to go absolutely insane. We decided to hit the little town of Goodlettsville and do the antique stores there. We didn't last too long since the air conditioning is usually fairly hit or miss in those places but we did manage to forget about house repair troubles for a little while.
Here are a couple of items that I didn't get but had to document for y'all:
Ha! Now, this is the kind of thing that I'd usually buy but I'm trying to practice catch-and-release from time to time. I can't bring home every crocheted animal with a crooked mouth. Or so I'm told.
Yikers. This is the kind of thing that I usually would not buy but it was so insane that I had to let you all have a peek. This is one happy dude!
Here's what I did get!
I couldn't resist this little housedress because it has the holy trifecta of cotton gingham, rick-rack and a hand-sewn zipper. Trust me when I say that this dress would not fit me even if all of my bones were removed but it was cheap and to me is like a lovely piece of folk art.
Gingham is so hard to photograph. It's like a wacky optical illusion.
Kelly green is one of my favorite colors and I'd been wanting this necklace for nearly a year. Finally, it was reduced to just a few bucks. I also found this glittery bangle bracelet for two dollars.
I know that I told you all once about how I've started collecting "Missed You In Church" cards. For some reason, I just love them. I thought that it would be one of those collections that might be a cheap slow-burn as I hardly ever find them. Well, what did I find an entire shoebox of? Yep, you guessed it. "Missed You In Church" cards! It was heartbreaking because they were priced more than I'll usually pay for a postcard so I had to choose three out of the box. It was really hard but I gravitated towards the cute animal ones.
Whoowhee! They hit hard! Bringing in a sad basset hound to guilt me back into Sunday School!
Who could resist those eyes? Jesus may forgive but that dog looks like he's still waiting on an apology that suits him.
Two kittens shoved into a flower pot that is obviously meant to hold only one kitten!
They'll stop at nothing!!
And this reminds me - never plant kittens. They'll only grow into disgruntled, couch destroying cats.
We had a good day of peeking at treasures and even had a diner lunch complete with fried pickles. Luckily, by the time that we got home, we were too tired from the heat and fried food to do much in the way of house chores. I think we really needed that day out. I hope that you buckaroos have had a chance to get out and do something fun lately! Sometimes it's easy to get caught up in the stress and chores and grown-up stuff that we're forced to do - but we all need a mind break from time to time.
Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha
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