Showing posts with label Kitsch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kitsch. Show all posts

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Caravan Cut


I know I've said it before but I love Americana! Nothing thrills me more when I'm out on a leasurly drive than coming upon a roadside oddity. A few months back while crusing back roads of the Olympic Penninsula I was surprised by this...

I clicked a few pics with digital and  film and filed the memory under fun things I need to do soon...
"Get my hair cut inside this silver beauty"

Indrya' the owner of A Hair Stream Salon was fun to work with,
putting me right at ease with here gentle touch and tales of world travel.

The retro waiting area is bright and cheerful, and my haircut was just what I wanted.

So if you are ever near the little town of Vaughn, keep an eye out for the Hair Stream.
Or give Indrya' a call and file your own roadside memory.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Many Ugly Owls Mocking Me

My daughter loves owls. Not the kind you find in the barns, or that infamous spotted owl, but the species that probably haunts the memory of anyone who grew up in the seventies. You know the kind I’m talking about, kitschy owls made of ceramic, plastic and wood. They were usually found hanging around macramé plant hangers or staring back at you from the front of grandma’s fridge. That’s where I found these.

My grandmother’s collection of owls was destined for the trash until I decided to revamp them into a fun gift for my seventies loving girl.
Adding lines from songs, I gave them each a tune to sing like... “Who Let the Dogs Out”, Who Are You? Who who, who, Who”, and my personal favorite… “Who Ya Gonna Call? GhostBusters!” Then I shipped them ( seven and counting) off to Florida.
The other day I was wandering the second hand store when I realized I was being mocked by feathered knick knacks. Suddenly they were everywhere.

Within a matter of ten minutes I saw more owls than I care to count. There were cookie Jar owls,


Note holder owls, salt and pepper owls...


Just plain no explaining why anyone would ever own them UGLY owls.


Stop it I say, enough I cry. The next thing you will tell me is that orange velvet rockers are coming back in style. Now that’s just crazy!