There are wants...and then there are needs

I'm not sure which one this is.

I saw this giant Easter Bunny at an estate sale Friday morning. It was shoved on a dusty basement shelf amongst too many homemade ceramic doodads and knickknacks to count. I mean, there were so many ceramics in that house that my mind couldn't even concentrate - and let me tell you: I'm pretty well immersed in hoarderly knick-knack pickin'! I'm not easily overwhelmed - but this place overwhelmed me. I didn't buy him because he was twenty five dollars. Yes, twenty five dollars.

This was the waaaaay overpriced sale that I told y'all about on Friday. Now, even though I love crazy stuff like this, I am of a pretty firm understanding that a good portion of the population wouldn't piss on kitsch if it were on fire - and if that kitsch is a giant big eyed bunny driving a truck? Yeah..there is not much competition. So, of course, he was still there yesterday morning so that I could get him at a steep bargain basement discount.




He's just driving his wooden truck with the equally wooden wheels...minding his own business.  Ain't nothin' wrong with a hugely out-of-scale Easter egg in his mind. Everything is normal.

I like that he's enormous. To give you the scale, he barely fit into my kitchen sink. I think I would have had an easier time washing a real rabbit in my sink. This means that he packs major drama and that more than likely, Pip won't be strong enough to send him crashing to the floor. Oh lordy, don't let those be my famous last words because I think he might be hard to replace. (If you have ten of these, please don't tell me.)
In other estate sale news, we had actually gone to the sale to look at a record player that I saw yesterday. Mister Kitsch took it down off of a shelf in a dark corner of the basement and this dealer got mad that he got to it first and caused a real scene. It was beyond ridiculous. Now, mind you this record player had been on that shelf for sale since Thursday morning at daybreak and the man who caused the fuss wasn't even looking at it when the Mister grabbed it. In fact, he was looking the other way at another table and as far as we could tell, didn't even know that the record player existed.   He caused a big stink and kept talking smack to Mr. Kitsch (who kept ignoring him) before it was done the man told the Mister that he "should have slapped him". What on Earth? I couldn't believe that some random jackass in an estate sale basement told my husband that he needed to be smacked. Now, the Mister is the non-confrontational type and just kept completely ignoring him but I was 110%  steamed. I don't know what gets into people at estate sales sometimes. It's not like it was the last square inch of breathable air in a coal mine. It was a dusty, used record player - that in the end, didn't even work!  
People are crazy sometimes, y'all.
I hope that you all are having a great weekend! We're moving furniture around today. Should be fun and I'm sure we'll finally figure out where all of the fuzzy mice and ponytail ties went. Win/Win.
Oh, and to my Nashville/Tennessee area peeps: Please do me a huge favor and quickly sign this petition to get reform at our Metro Nashville animal shelter. It is with a saddened, animal-loving heart that I report that it's a horrible place and currently has a 76% kill rate - that is out of control and there is a group of us that is trying to get changes made. Quite honestly, as an animal rescuer, I can't take their unwillingness to treat animals humanely anymore:  Help Reform Metro Nashville Animal Control.   And please pass the petition around if you know other animal lovers (or heck, anyone with a heart) in the Nashville area. We need 20,000 signatures before it can go to the Mayor. Thanks y'all! 

Until next time, x's and o's, Eartha