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Here's one way to celebrate spring: Bring out the bunnies! Thanks to my friend Sandra for offering her yard (and for taking the photos when I forgot to bring my phone).   "The Day I Made President's Club." Hmmm...definitely a story here.   This bunny has lost her ears, but her feet and fancy threads more than make up for it.     Waiting for the REAL bunnies to show up!
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In the spirit of Halloween, here are a few of my strangest finds from the last few months.  Because, deep down, we all want to be ducks.  No triangle eyes or jagged teeth for this pumpkin. Nope, this one gets long eyelashes and elegant gloves.  A new genre altogether—the patriotic pumpkin.  Where are his teeth? And his eyeballs? And does his smile have to be THAT wide and creepy?  I think this is supposed to be a man with a great big jutting jaw covered in a massive beard. But there's no color, no definition other than the skis. My eyes swim looking at him.  Have you ever seen such a look of disgust? (I've placed this guy
near my cat's litter box—seems like a good place for that permanent scowl.) Over the Fourth of July weekend I visited my son (Louis, 21) in Iowa City. (He had a summer research job at the University of Iowa.) We went on several hikes and toured the Herbert Hoover Presidential Library—and just before I left, we struck gold at the Salvation Army. (Louis was very patient with me. Some moms spend hours shopping for the just-right pair of shoes or draperies or lamps or whatever. I'm not one of of those moms.) Here are some of my big finds: Birthday Bath! It's a snow globe AND a music box. It's a clown in a tub with a rubber duck, a boat, lots of bubbles, and a faithful dog companion.
Here is another inexplicable music box. This one didn't come with a name, but when I look at this mysterious couple I hear "Androgynous" by the Replacements.   I'm not sure what bothers me most about this earnest gal. Is it the missing piece of arm? Or is it the idea that if she were standing up, her arms would probably hang well past her knees?
A rooster/polar bear that was NOT hand carved by anyone in any particular country. Which makes it all the more confusing. That does it for the Iowa City thrift store adventure, at least for now. (I'm saving a few special seasonal treats for later.) But here is a local find:
I promised you a silver giraffe, didn't I...  On a super-hot day in early July, I discovered a menagerie across from the Shopko in Windom (MN). Of course I had to take a closer look.    And there you go. A silver giraffe.
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Nancy Loewenis a children's book author, editor, tutor, mom of two adult children and one feisty cat, and collector of weird things. Featured Posts
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