Origins.

I'd like to share a find from last weekend's thrift store escapades:

Firstly, to lay some ground work, I'd like to explain a collection I've started. I (not for fashion, per se, but for comedy and my own strange pleasure) have grown a liking for earrings of the animal variety. When I go to thrift stores or garage sales, my eye is on the proverbial hunt for any kind of animalia ear trash.

Just last Sunday, bless my lucky stars, I found a treasure trove. Let's have a look, shall we?

"Coastal Classics"


That's right. WHALE EARRINGS.

So, no matter how awesome you think that this post already is...just you wait. When I said I found a "treasure trove", I wasn't kidding.

I found my purchase at St. Vincent De Paul's, my favorite thrift store. I was pleased as punch to see these sitting in the middle of the jewelry cabinent, practically calling out to me in their grandeur. After purchasing, I put them in my purse. Later, I got them out, and was preparing to take them off the card they were attached to. Lo! I found a "note from the artist" typed in gold lettering on the back.

Please, listen and revel to the message written on here, which I have entitled Origins.

"From the finest clays of the earth comes the porcelain. From the vast array of colors in the minerals of the earth comes the pure mineral paint. From the sea and the shore comes the awesome subject matter. From the artists' hand comes the image painted this exact size. From the intense heat of the kiln comes the firing process that makes this fine art on porcelain last through the ages. May you enjoy owning this fine piece as much as Julie enjoyed painting it."



I think I shall enjoy this fine handcrafted jewelry as much, if not more, as Julie did when she created it.

Thank you, Julie. Thank you.

Weekend pastcast.

Is that the opposite of a forecast?

I am happy to report that my former city, Eugene, and I had a reunion...along with a good friend of mine, Shelby.

Saturday was the main event.

During a quick jaunt to a very American, over-crowded, one-stop shop center whose mascot is a price-slashing happy face, I found a great find on the shelves. This find was not of the merchandise variety, but it definitely made my day:

Abandoned shopping list!


"Surprise for Tonya". Written, in obviously different penmanship. Haha. Also, it makes me glad that there is a place in our nation where consumers can go to find their chicken gravy, computer ink, and Chex Mix all in one place.


Part duex of our Saturday combined the following elements:

Finger painting!




AND


Watching Free Willy!



I've got one thing to say to that: "Hold me, like the River Jordan."

Goals.

Boots, cats, boots, cats, boots, cats.

Oh, hullo. You just caught me beatboxing. Well, if you take out the vowels, it's pretty much rhythm. Ever heard of Gloria Estefan? Yeah. I would say she's an inspiration.


I've always tried to make it a creative goal to learn how to beatbox. Also, playing the fiddle; not the violin, the fiddle.





An unrelated note: I think it's funny that Blogger, in their helpfulness, tries to give suggestions for labels you can put on each post. Underneath "labels for this post" it says "e.g. scooters, vacation, fall". I really think those are the ingredients for a great blog post. I like fall. I like vacations. I don't like scooters, but I do like segways...so, that is pretty close.

There you go. All over the map.


Tomorrow is Friday, and that is relieving. Here's to the weekend.