Comments on: Seeing into other people’s lives

By: Nanette

Nanette — Sat, 03 May 2008 15:38:24 +0000

I actually have a ceramic cat like the larger one pictured. I inherited it from my Grandmother who died in January 2001 at the age of 93. My live cat will sometimes sit and gaze into it’s face as if he expects it to speak to him. It sits in the corner of my living room next to a large houseplant. I also inherited from the same grandmother an ash tray. This has a very feminine white long-fingered hand emerging from a black dish. The hand is posed to hold a cigarette and features dragon-lady red nails.

By: Carol

Carol — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 12:20:14 +0000

Ditto what Aunt Toad said - when that lovely orange ad covers your words, I just take a spin around the Manolo Blogosphere and work my way back later. Sometimes that works, sometimes I try again another day.

As to the kitsch, I too will need a place to park some once my parents move on. As long as I get the red ceramic ducks (lifesize!!), I’ll find a place to stash the rest.

By: Eilish

Eilish — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 08:36:48 +0000

I’m with you on digging the wacky pineapples. As we inherited a 1970s era ranch home once formerly occupied by my husband’s grandparents, we have learned a lot about “retro” furnishings. (Gold-veined mirrors rock! At least, that’s what we tell ourselves.) We work with a lot of it, for instance, we have a great tiki theme going in the back yard (hence my love of the pineapples); some of it, however, is slowly going as the budget allows (wallpaper on the ceilings–why oh why?)

If someone were to investigate my home now, they would find a house with stainless steel appliances in the kitchen and gold veined mirrors on the hall closet doors. Not to mention our old house had a very modern look and I still haven’t gotten rid of a lot of the furnishings and accessories from that look. I can only imagine the collection I will have when I am seventy!

By: Jennifer P.

Jennifer P. — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 05:31:04 +0000

I’m glad you enjoyed the photos.

I need to destroy/perform an exorcism on the terrifying E.T. sculpture pretty soon. It was a childhood gift from my Aunt Mary, who painstakingly painted it in one of her adult education classes. Little did she know that I sided with the scientists and not the giant cockroach in that film.

By: Never teh Bride

Never teh Bride — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 00:18:49 +0000

Ugh, that’s dastardly, Aunt Toad I don’t know why, but I don’t see that same ad… I’ll ask The Manolo about it!

By: Aunt Toad

Aunt Toad — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 21:41:35 +0000

I love your blog, but hate the annoying gold ad that pops up whenever I try to “Read the rest of the story.” It covers the rest of the story, and it won’t go away!!! After several frustrating tries to delete, page down, or make smaller, I just go away. Can’t it be the other way around?

By: Twistie

Twistie — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 15:10:51 +0000

My great aunt used to look around her home now and again and tell us: ‘every piece in here is a priceless treasure…and someone’s going to have a hell of a time cleaning up all this junk when I’m gone.’ These photos made me think of Auntie Fan.

But now I know what to give you for your birthday, NtB! I’ll head on over to Ceramic Cats R Us today.

As for me, I love that pig.