Friday, September 11, 2009

Thrifting avec Tante Diane

Darlings, it's me, dropping a line from the mad, gay whirl of hosting Tante Diane. We've eaten (pulled pork sandwiches at Mission Beach. Mmmm,) we've cooked (fusilli ala crazy bastard) and we have knocked out some serious thrift store action. Having hit every junk store in the city, I now have some pulmonary condition brought on by Second Hand Dust and a new charming little blue glass bowl.

A day in the world of Other People's Crap:


From the Telly Savalas Fine Arts Collectible Plate Series.

We recommend the Salvation Army on Guerrero for all your little bitty china high heel pump needs. Breathtaking.

Community Thrift on Valencia. Mecca for serious junk store junkies.

If you have to assure people in writing that you're the "Corvette of office chairs" chances are you're not. This wasn't.

mrpeenee has a lovely dining room already, and yet, he lusts after these. Stop me now.

A wee little cauldron for Satanic Rite Barbie,

Fashion News Update: sleek stilettos printed in hot pink odd Spanish cartoons are going to be the next big thing.

Dead Santa. CSI Mission Thrift Store is treating it as a drive-by. Details as they develop.

Pig. Fairy. Fairy pig.

The pig in a kimono disturbed Diane.
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11 comments:

  1. MuscatoSeptember 12, 2009 at 11:32 AM

    The shoes: deeply Women on the Verge.

    The pig(s - boy, actually): deeply WANT.

    The entire day: deeply, deeply jealousy provoking.

    You don't know how much you miss thrifting 'til there just ain't any thrifting to be had...

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  2. mrpeeneeSeptember 12, 2009 at 11:40 AM

    Darling, come for a visit and we'll wring all the thrifting out.

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  3. MuscatoSeptember 12, 2009 at 11:46 AM

    and that's supposed to be "both, actually" up there. Can't think what I was thinking typing "boy" while thinking of pigs. Doesn't bear too close consideration, actually...

    And Mr. P - be careful what you wish for...

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  4. DavidSeptember 12, 2009 at 12:01 PM

    Oh Mr. Peenee - I question your thrifting credentials. That plate may bear the face and shaved head of Telly Savalas but that is a plate from the Annie series. If I were guessing it is from the Bradford exchange. This I know because my redneck southern cousins like to collect such pieces of fine porcelain art.

    Cheers

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  5. jasonSeptember 12, 2009 at 2:58 PM

    dining chairs- want!
    barbie satanic cauldron-have.
    fairy pig- am

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  6. The MistressSeptember 12, 2009 at 9:22 PM

    What? No Precious Moments?

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  7. ayeM8ySeptember 13, 2009 at 9:16 AM

    What size were the cartoon printed stilettos? If they're a 10 I'll send a money order immediately.

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  8. Mitzi September 13, 2009 at 4:03 PM

    It's only September and the Christmas whimsies are out, what a depressing thought. Love the ornamental shoes though, what do they have inside them potpourri?

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  9. Michael GuySeptember 14, 2009 at 9:39 AM

    I think I saw that 'pig/kimono' thang at the YSL auction...

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  10. Miss JaneySeptember 15, 2009 at 4:45 PM

    Well, if a pig can be in a blanket, why not a kimono?

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  11. Michael GuySeptember 17, 2009 at 11:55 AM

    Aren't you fucking back yet?! This is bullshit!!

    :)

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