(Just a note, ThriftHorror will be on a short haitus this week as I’m on a little vacation. Catch up with people next Wednesday!)
For me, this post brings a tear to my eye, because these beautiful, weird little artifacts of someone’s creative fancy were almost a part of my life. Except that I don’t have any great need for a cream pitcher whose lid has been permanently glazed on. Granted, I would drink less cream, which would do wonders for my waistline, but it’s nice when things have a purpose and aren’t just vaguely interesting. On the other hand, people keep fish, so maybe I don’t have an argument.
If you switch back and forth between these two images and put on some 70’s pop, it’s kind of like the final dance scene in “The Full Monty.” Maybe he should see a doctor about that.
There. RIGHT THERE. That’s the lid that broke my heart. It was like a beautiful cupcake that was made entirely out of concrete, or looking out the window, seeing snow, and then realizing you’re at the Thrifty Nickle and they’ve spray-painted snow on the windows. It’s that kind of spirit-crushing moment. “Oh. OH! oh…”
(There’s a tone-of-voice thing in that last onomatopoeia that’s important to the sense of the moment. Otherwise you’re just saying “oh,” and that’s more like the audience response to a physics lecture than heartbreak.)
“Captain Candyfloss! Prepare the royal icing cannon! Don’t fire until you see the marzipan of their eyes!”
Poor choice of glaze on that handle, though. It makes it look like a melted-butter pot, and as far as I know, no-one needs a melted butter pot. Even people who eat LOTS of waffles would think that was shameless decadence.
Savers on Burnet and North Loop, Austin