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I’m not much of a collector (unless you count salvaged windows and doors or Roper stove parts), but I will admit to a weakness for old, embroidered tea towels. And it struck me this morning that my favorite one visually sums up that all-overish malaise with which we so often greet the new week.
You know, there you are just trying to keep the house clean enough and the next thing you know the dishwater is burbling, you’re naked except for a bit of webbing at your waist and jingle-bell booties, and you’ve sprouted feverish antennae! Pray to the heavens for mercy and there it looms: Monday—oh yeah, that explains it. They don’t make petunia basins the way they used to either. Sigh.
That Monday creature is a twist on the cutesy kitten tea towel.
As much as I enjoy kittens, I can’t muster much enthusiasm for this quaint incarnation anymore. I’m afraid my tastes have been twisted now. And I seek out the misunderstood creatures more readily these days. Let me know if you know any who are looking for homes. I’m not just open to martians, either.
Here’s another of my unique companions.
Here’s a beaut with a black clock and griddle and, if you look closely at the second pic, a flame guy on the oven floor; I think it says “Bake-Master.”
Also, here’s (slide down to “vintage” and then to “collectibles from the 1940s”) a great page of kitchen devices, including a Roper range like none I’ve ever seen, from those clever cats over at Jitterbuzz.com.
Previous owners of this house adored the color green—green roof, green paint, green carpet.
They also were colorblind, I am convinced. Witness the kitchen: opalescent pink tiles with copper accents tiles, an orangey-red vinyl floor, beige walls and brown stove. Hear my optic nerve shriek.
So, as we learned in the last episode, there’s only so long that I can ignore a disturbing aesthetic situation. The kitchen needs much work, but it is not a priority. So I started doing things to make it less hateable. Things like painting the drop ceiling silver, the baseboards black and the walls grey. And installing chrome covers on the brown drop-ceiling grid. Now this may not be your idea of more soothing, but it is mine.
Then there was the floor.
Since I’m posting to my new old-house blog the contents of my old site, I can relieve your discomfort about that brown glob of a stove that the previous owners left. Feast your eyes on the beautiful beast I had moved from a house near Midway a few years back.
