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i wear one of these pins every time i go out.


i wear one to take out the garbage.

red house plaque

i like when a handmade vintage plaque that looks to have a danish/swedish slant ends up in my goodwill and i find it buried under a bunch of notebooks.  like, how does that happen?

made by diney devin 1973(?)

i could find no info on diney.

but i like that name.

this makes me want to get a stamp with my name on it.

i’d feel all important and stuff.

apparently this is an old danish proverb:

and that is surely a swedish cottage that i seem to be in love with these days.

yes, it’s an omen.  i’m meant to have my own swedish-type cottage.

you know, i’m not the gold-diggery type.

obviously.  i’m over 50 and i live in a ghetto.

i massaged an older gentleman (76) the other night who was dripping money.  soaking wringing wet with money.  and honestly, he was one of the most interesting, most engaging, surprisingly funny funny funny people i’ve met in my life.  it’s making me reconsider the ways of a gold-digger.  i’ll get my swedish cottage somehow.  i will.


growing up during the christmas season my dad would always remind us how good we had it and how his holidays as a kid were not what dreams are made of.  and the one story that remained a constant was the christmas when the only gift he received was an axe.

apparently there was another christmas of dad’s when he only got half a powdered donut, but that doesn’t relate to today’s post.

i couldn’t fathom his life as a kid.

here i was getting dolls and suzie homemaker ovens and lifesaver books and gold chocolate coins  and the big box of 64 crayola crayons with the sharpener in the back and he only got an axe???  one stinkin’ axe?  it was all very foreign and very sad to me.

so the other day i was trolling ebay.

and i saw the strangest thing.

and i had to bid on it.


another holline item.  made in denmark.

with an axe.

now, santa with an axe is all kinds of wrong to me.  what is santa doing with an axe?  it immediately conjures up evil in my head.  very “lizzie borden” of him.

who designed this thing?  of all the things in all the world to put in santa’s hand, like a puppy or a teddy bear or a candy cane or a cup of hot chocolate or ANYTHING not murder related, i wanna know what the thought process was of this designer who said, “hmmm, this santa is missing something, he needs something in his hands, hmmm, yes, i’ve got it!  santa needs an axe.”

now, if it’s for chopping wood and not for murder, it still doesn’t make sense.  santa doesn’t work on his 364 days off.  he eats.  put a turkey leg in his hand for gawd’s sake.

so i guess the point is, if a designer is making santas who gives axe gifts to children, dad must not have been the only kid to receive an axe.  it could have been the norm.   desirable even.  “santa brought me an axe, yo. high-five.”


i do try to avoid the “cute” xmas crud in thrift stores.

i could not, however, avoid this guy.

takahashi san francisco tree plate.

on top of a vintage bob van allen napkin.



an orange heart.

and an orange star.

and monkeys.

if orange and monkeys don’t scream december, i don’t know what does.

hello december.