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St. Vinnie's loot


Some of the treasure I picked up at St. Vinnie's on Thursday. I'll get one of those funny bubbly-looking succulents for the fish planter. The ceramic chalice is badly decoupaged with a scene of the Last Supper, replete with embedded paint brush bristles. I'm so in love with the old cans. The lids fit back on so you can use the cans to store stuff. These cans were filled with checkers and marbles, plus a few plastic animals. I wish the Crisco one still had the paper label. The label on the nuts canister says "Contains Virginia peanuts, sugar, butter, and salt." You know that the same can of Butter Toffee Peanuts today would have a long list of ingredients, including some kind of monosodium hydroxy-glutamate and a number of FD&C something or others. The Mother Mary planter is one of my favorite things from that shopping extravaganza. I hope to fill her with some feathery ferns.

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Anonymous said…
I like your fish.
Cheryl said…
Great site, great pictures. I wish I had that fish planter to put in the middle of my garden!

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