Holiday Head Scratchers

Here’s to a happy new year, everyone!  I thought I’d share some of my favorite head scratch (otherwise known as wait, what) moments over the holidays:

I came upon this beautiful waterfall in the Poconos recently.  Amazing, right?

So why would someone put a dumpster smack dab in front of it?

Why, oh why, does this always happen to a string of lights?

I’m proud to use my mom’s cookbook from the 1940’s. I had to chuckle, though, when I spotted this ad for Crisco and its boast that “it’s digestible!”  Since you’re baking with it, wouldn’t that be a given?

 Happy 2014!

Someone Stole My Rat

It was only a dollar store rat. It’s not like I can’t run out and get another one – probably for half price since Halloween is old news.  Still, I feel really bent out of shape that someone stole my rat.

Maybe because Halloween is a time where you welcome people onto your porch, not thinking that they’ll violate your hospitality.

Maybe because “it’s not the money, it’s the principle of the thing.”

Maybe because the kids I suspect lifted it were with a parent.

Maybe because as an entitled ‘right now’ society, we have collectively forgotten that you don’t take something if it doesn’t belong to you.

It’s not the plastic rodent I mourn, it’s the kid who probably doesn’t know that he did anything wrong.

Contents of an Old Wallet

It’s amazing how things change so quickly.  I did a triple take when I stumbled upon these cards in a long forgotten wallet tucked in the back of my closet.  It not only shows how negligent I am in keeping my closet organized, but it illustrates the stunning fall of three giants.

Blockbuster peaked in 2004 with 9,000 stores and 60,000 employees.  By 2011, it was all over for them.  They simply couldn’t keep up with the pace of the changing marketplace and competitors who were ahead of the streaming technology curve.

A merchant named John Wanamaker pioneered the idea of a department store in Philadelphia in 1866.  He wrote his own ads and was the first to offer full cash refunds to customers. As family members died off in the 1920’s, the stores passed to a board of trustees.  Its doors closed in 1995 and Wanamaker’s is now a Macy’s. People still rendezvous at and refer to the 2,500 lb. bronze eagle, however, as the Wanamaker eagle.

Quakers Justus Strawbridge and Isaac Clothier founded Strawbridge & Clothier as a dry goods store in 1868. When the company combined their buildings into one magnificent limestone structure in 1931, they almost went bankrupt due to the staggering costs of the limestone. They held on and thrived for many years, but by 2006, in a painful decision, the family sold their stock.

I guess the lesson is that no matter how robust we are now, we can never take anything for granted. Change with the times, be open to new ideas, and don’t get in over our heads with debt.  What I thought was a long overdue closet cleaning turned out to be a metaphor for taking inventory of more than just my clothes.

Through the Screen Door

Autumn always brings out the bittersweet in me.  No other season provides such compelling evidence that change is in the air.  The cool breezes through the screen door and the vibrant backdrop dramatically announce the end of one era and the beginning of another.

How many times have my kids bounded down those front steps as the screen door closes, as only a screen door will.  Excruciatingly slow at first, and then a quick slam.  If you’re not careful, the cat will sneak out.

Autumn is indifferent as to whether you’re ready. It plows forward and starts the process without looking back.  As it should.

Thrift Store Finds and Never Minds

Thrift Store Finds and Never Minds

You never know what you’re going to find in a thrift store. That’s part of the fascination that keeps me coming back.  Sometimes what you spy is just plain funny and you scratch your head and wonder who owned it…and why.

Is that George Washington crossing the Delaware? On a pair of shorts? OK, then….

Wandering through a thrift store can be like therapy.  You laugh, you feel nostalgic, you feel gratitude, and every now and then, you just may find something that speaks to you.

Like this sweet basket for my bike.  Only $2.90. Now I can run to the market and get milk.

Or these beautiful, hand painted glasses jars. 99 cents each. From their marks, I tracked them down to Hazel Atlas glass company, which went out of business in 1964. They are listed on Ebay for $99 each. Maybe some day I’ll sell them, but for now, I bask in their beauty and my hundredfold score. 

Not to change the subject, but is that Fat Albert on a pair of jeans? See my point?

Happy thrifting…

Everyone should know Malala’s name

I’m as guilty as anyone. I shamelessly follow the petty fights of the housewives.  I concern myself with the state of Khloe’s marriage and I’m more in tune with TMZ than CNN.

One brave little girl named Malala Yousafzai, however, should be headlining in all of our minds.  Malala embodies everything that we so painfully take for granted in this country.  Education for girls, freedom, our right to speak out against oppression.

In case you don’t Malala’s story, here’s a brief summary. She was born and raised in Northern Pakistan.  In 2009 when she was 12, a militant warlord seized control of the region and began closing girls’ schools.  Malala appeared in two short documentaries about the closures and soon became a high profile advocate for girls’ education, even writing a blog for the BBC.  Last October, Taliban gunmen boarded her school bus and shot her in the head and neck.  Miraculously, Malala survived without any brain damage and continues to fight for the right of girls to get an education.  The Taliban vows to go after her again.  When Malala woke up after surgery, she asked for her books.

I’m not saying young girls should forsake Taylor and Selena, but let’s make room for Malala’s voice as well.  Make a shirt that says “I am Malala” and celebrate her birthday, July 12, as Malala day.  Route for her to win the Nobel Peace Prize. And, please, never again say that you’re bored and hate school.

"Wait, What" Moments - Euro Edition

Some things are the same everywhere. Take those scratch your head moments that make you double take and say, “wait…what?”  My encounters with these didn’t stop on international soil.

On a corner in Paris, we spotted this bicycle that was obviously hit (possibly more than once). We felt a little bad chuckling at the bent tires, but couldn’t hold in our laugh when we saw how it was chained up so securely.

I have to say I was a little shocked when I stepped into the shower at a Munich hotel room and saw what was tiled on the walls. It’s one thing to have an irrational fear of clowns, but this happy oom-pah band was no laughing matter.  Turns out, a lot of people share my terror of clowns (coulrophobia). Something to do with disguises, fake emotions, all that make-up, and creepy wigs. Why it was on the shower wall, I’ll never know.

When walking in a little alley in Florence, we did a double take and a head bend when we saw this pizza shop with its signs upside down or backwards. I can’t quite figure out which. Did no one notice this at installation? So confused.

My son was recently in Berlin and sent me this photo.  He stayed in a hotel with a shared toilet, and apparently you weren’t permitted to pee standing up. He was astounded at not just one, but two of the signs. We researched and found out that in Germany and Austria, they design toilets with a shelf and expect people to sit, not stand.  I don’t even want to share anymore on this…

Anyway, the Urban Dictionary defines ‘wait, what’ as “a way of indicating that the thing you or someone else just said makes no sense.” Sometimes that applies to what we see, too.