Jive Turkey Explosion!!

In keeping with the "what the heck holiday are we living right now anyway?" theme, today we're going to talk about turkeys! Yeah, man. Turkeys.

Once again, we'll be flashing back to my trip home in March to see the family. My Mom and I were strolling down a thrift store aisle when I found a ceramic turkey. We both saw it at the same time and I asked her if she wanted it. She seemed way too blasé for the turkey being as cute as he was and told me that I could have it. I then told her that I was stoked because I hadn't owned a single Thanksgiving turkey decoration and this was my first. I then asked "Do you have any Thanksgiving turkeys?" She said, "Yes" and that was it.

Later on, we got back to her house and were hanging out and she opened up a drawer - okay, two drawers. Deep ones. TURKEYS OUT THE WAZOO. I realize that just like yesterday with the post about the corsages, we are back once again to my Mom opening up a drawer and magical things pouring out. Her house really is like some kind of mystic land. It just is. You open a closet and you're gonna say "Wow!". You open a drawer and you're going to be gasping for air. This lady worked for years in a thrift store and even after that, she knows how to do some pickin'. She's got mad skills. I can't even tell you how many houses she's decorated for me throughout the years just with thrift store goodies.

Anyway....all of this turkey talk - who's craving dressing and pie? I am. So, she opens up these drawers and starts rummaging through dozens of turkeys of all kinds - ceramic....paper...glass....turkeys. turkeys. turkeys. And Gurley Thanksgiving candles which I had never even seen out in the wild.

Then she starts giving me turkeys. The lone turkey that I got earlier in the day was out in the car, seeming pretty lame after the unveiling of mass migration of gobblers that was taking place in my Mom's sideboard drawers.

Who knew that my Mom had turkey drawers? Certainly not me. They're in the same unassuming sideboard with the vintage Halloween drawer (didn't know she had one) and vintage toy drawer (didn't know she had one). Holy moly. I can't believe that earlier that day, she'd been so subdued when I asked her if she had any Thanksgiving turkeys in her collection. Talk about a poker face! Anyway, before it was done, I had my very own turkey collection. 

Here are the ceramic ones. 

These two are my favorites in the "tasteful classic turkey" category:


But the ace in the hole has to be this rascal from the kitschy "somebody save him" category:

Um...gobble? 
Y'all have to know that I love that totally insane face. Out of all of the turkeys, he's the only one that seems to understand that Thanksgiving is not a turkey friendly holiday. This guy is made from styrofoam and I can't help but think that he came in a set with a styrofoam farmer with an axe. 

She also gave me some beautiful old paper turkeys like this guy from Beistle. 


Here you'll see them all marching down the sideboard. 



Mr. Kitten Pants couldn't help but teach the small one a lesson about hard-knocks. It's pretty obvious that if I put this collection out this Thanksgiving, I'm going to need to hire security guards for the turkeys. 
I also got this great old paper Thanksgiving tablecloth that more than likely, I'll never have the strength to remove from the package and get gravy on. 

Thanks for taking this trip down Tom Turkey lane with me. Do any of you have turkey collections? Relatives with mysterious sideboard drawers? Do tell! 
Tomorrow, I'm going to buck tradition and talk about Easter, a holiday that is actually happening in the near future. See y'all then! 

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