One concrete bunny, from my grandmother's house up in the Blue Ridge Mountains, Wits' End.
Liberace potholder from the Liberace Museum in Las Vegas. When I went to the Liberace Museum, there was a nice lady in a blazer who filled us in on all the details about each little brooch and outfit in the museum. For like an hour. When I thanked her and said she should probably get back to guiding other people around, she looked puzzled and said "oh, I don't work here dear!" and then she pulled out a knife and stabbed us. Okay, not the last part.
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I have to agree - if I had to guess a museum you could get stabbed in, the Liberace Museum would be the one.
Anyway, I found your blog in a link on another blog I follow - looked it over and enjoyed it. I can relate to the "no new books" thing since I had to quite visiting book stores or face financial ruin. Not really, but it was close.
You might like my blog, or not, but check it out and see.
www.sarahsheartstrings.blogspot.com
Sarah
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