It takes a lot to impress me. And there seems to be an infinite amount of terrible light fixtures in existence. But this strange, peek-a-boo seductress on the lamp base combined with the AMAZING homemade shade -- seashells, beads, fur, feathers, fringe -- really makes this a truly one-of-a-kind awful work of art.
I was pretty excited when this homemade, electrified manger yesterday, after it was dropped off. Then my friend Helene saw it and said, "But a manger is not supposed to have an orange light bulb up at the ceiling."
A trove of fantastic vinyl arrived today at the Gift House. Several boxes of jazz, classical, show tunes, and a great deal of 1960s easy listening Welk, including this one -- which I brought home.
I am not obsessed with board games. Just fascinated by what they say about humanity and the various ideas of fun. Pachisi, if you don't know, is another -- and perhaps real -- version of Parcheesi.
Here you go. The King Arthur Excalibur chess computer -- all pieces intact -- is ready to play. Just load in a few new batteries and watch it beat you in shockingly few moves.
The people of Orleans know when to unload their old Halloween stuff: this week! Witches, jack-o-lanterns, skull lights, and even a scary wreath got dropped off. Thank you, George Tazzini, builder and patron saint of the Gift House, for not taking that plastic pumpkin home.
Surely one of the nicer wingbacks to fly this way in a long time. This needs to be collected lickety-split -- or the Dump Lords will drag it to container oblivion.
This is truly a nut bowl -- made out of redwood stump. I know because my mom has the same one. She lives in Laguna Woods, California. When I visit her sometimes I stare at the nut bowl and wonder if it's the same walnuts as when I was a kid. Are they? Mom says no.
The pig-snout center is for a nutcracker and little stainless picks.