Here’s a piece of needlepoint that would make an unforgettable Father’s Day present:
I had to puzzle over this one for a while before I figured out what it is. A largish luggage tag? A book mark? All at once the answer hit me: it’s the business end of a fly swatter. What a touching gift!
Here’s a painting that has been at the thrift store the last several times I’ve been there. I’m guessing that other patrons, like me, are puzzled by what the subject could be. Eggplants on fire? Dancing space aliens?
And in other news, here’s a scene from the chicken lecture I attended last Saturday. The speaker brought several adorable live bantam hens and this stuffed one she found (where else?) at a thrift store. I have to wonder if these are the earthly remains of someone’s beloved pet.
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mary 05.29.10 at 12:29 am
You do have an eye, Christine.
lisa 05.29.10 at 5:50 am
I like how the flyswatter is spelled “cotcha” instead of the more familiar “gotchya” — but I don’t like the slight black stains on the edges…eeewww!
Kevin 05.30.10 at 7:15 pm
What I don’t understand is why a huge needlepoint fly would try to attack a real little fly. It’s a mystery.
Nancy 07.18.10 at 2:50 pm
Wow! If you ever see a stuffed chicken at Thrift Town please buy it for me: it would be a fantastic still life object! I’ll happily reimburse for all costs incl. s/h and ice cream on the way home from the store.