I know that yesterday, I posted some long-ago (19 years, eek!) pictures of my bridal showers, and reminisced about some of the fancy traditions of old... So, today, I thought I'd show you a few current pictures... You know--just in case you think
I'm too fancy for my blog
Too fancy for my dog...
Cause I've come a long way, baby.
(Does anyone over 35--besides me--remember this ad campaign?)
Before I post any current, and possibly NON-fancy pics, may I just tell you two things:
1) I married an outdoorsy, hunting kind of a guy
2) My outdoorsy, hunting guy also likes hunting for steals at garage sales
When you add those two qualities together, what do you get?
Oh, yes mam, that is my garage. And, no, Dave did not slaughter any of these poor creatures. He HUNTED them...at GARAGE SALES!!! When he brought them home, I had the brilliant idea to start decorating the garage with them!
Honestly? I kind of think the kooky animal display is kind of funny...In my GARAGE, it's funny. There used to be a crazy-looking squirrel that Dave had displayed in that window--which is on the front of the house. I can only imagine what people thought as they walked up to our house and saw the crazy-eyed squirrel looking out at them.
I kind of wonder if Crazy Squirrel is gone for good? You see, we played this little game with the little fur-challenged guy. Every time I got tired of imagining what normal people must think when they saw Crazy Squirrel in our front window, I would toss him somewhere in the garage where I thought (hoped) Dave wouldn't find him. And, doggone it, wouldn't you know, he'd always find him within DAYS. But, I think he's been missing for quite a while now...And I really can't remember where I tossed him last time... I don't know--I never know where or when Crazy Squirrel will reincarnate in the window again. (Spooky! I'll probably have bad dreams about a mangy squirrel now that I have typed that!)
Okay, ready for the possibly NON-fancy picture #2?
This photo is taken right outside my van's driver-side window--right at eye-level. In other words, this is what I see EVERY TIME I GET OUT OF MY VAN to go inside.
Oh, yes, I KNOW he's looking at you piercingly IN THE EYES. He looks at me that way every single day!!! But, I do sort of feel sorry for the fella--he has some dreadful dental issues. Don't worry, he's not gonna bite. He might gum ya, though.
Now, lest some of you city gals think we've put the head mount of our favorite kitty on our garage wall...rest assured. It wasn't our kitty. Remember--Dave bought it at a garage sale! (Okay, my husband would make me tell you that it's a bobcat, not a kitty.)
Again, I must admit...The bobcat staring at me eye-level when I get out of the van makes me giggle. Ya can't buy that kind of humor in New York City. Nope, only here in the mountains of Missouri, and only at garage sales where the price tag says, "Cheap!"
So...have I given you enough evidence that I'm not a fancy gal, through and through? Oh, I TRY sometimes. I try to get dressed up and wear my high heels, paint my toenails. I try to bake fancy cakes and copy fancy craft projects that look like the real deal...
But, at the end of the day
I pull into the garage in my minivan,
And see this
(The "10" that Bob the Cat is resting..his..neck?...upon--Well, that is a story for another day, my dears.)
Happy Friday, friends!
