Kitsch for my Kitch(en)
Have you ever felt like you have a million things to write about but no way to write them?
I have all of these things to tell you, but I feel like I lost my voice. The words aren’t there.
Well, I have some words, but they aren’t witty or thoughtful or seductive in any way.
What? They aren’t normally?
Let me just tell you about the lovely little pottery festival I attended this weekend, otherwise known as “pay $10 to get sloshed on wine samples then $5 to walk around trying not to break any handcrafted pottery and then head back to the wine tent when you realize you never really wanted any pottery to begin with – you just wanted to drink the wine and listen to the music, which, you realize, is even more fun when you’re not the one serving the drinks.”
Now that I think about it, that pretty much sums it up. So thanks, Danielle, for the awesome time!
I didn’t buy any pottery, but I did get some fantastic local honey, some seasoning stuff, a bottle of chardonnay, and this:
It combines my desire for a globe and my need for a place to store keepsake wine corks in one, fun-filled piece of kitsch.
Yes, we all know how I feel about buying crap just to have it – I normally stick to art and photographs since not only do they look nice, but they evoke memories and emotions, but c’mon people – it’s a globe and a cork holder.
It’s like it was made for me.
Sorry for the blur. Apparently I can’t take photos and drink orange juice at the same time.