Charlie as Sarah Palin

Our 8 year old son does a perfect impression of Sarah Palin. If only you could hear him say: "I can see Russia from my house!" and "I'm a maverick, by golly!"  We threw together a faux fur jacket, rimless glasses, a McCain/Palin badge and a hairpiece, and here is what he looked like for Halloween.  Oh! and his candy bag was from Neiman Marcus.

Ding Dong ~ Avon Calling! Junkin' for Sarah Palin (Part 2)

Gail and I saw an estate sale ad in the paper for a "50 year accumulation...tools...books...1000's of Avon products...."    They weren't kidding.  All in the original boxes.  First we found a cologne bottle in the shape of a gun. Really. It was one of a SERIES.  Who knew? In the 1970's, apparently Avon had a marketing plan for frustrated, suburban men who really wanted to go out and shoot something. Next up, we found aftershave for a moose and the bottle with a polar bear nestled on top of a (melting) glacier.  Now I am on the hunt (pun intended) for the most delicious moose stew recipe I can find...thank goodness it's estate sale day tomorrow!

Chenille, Buttons & Bullets a.k.a. Junkin' for Sarah Palin

Yesterday, Gail and I set out for another estate sale adventure. And boy, did we have one! On our first stop we found kitchen stuff, vintage buttons, chenille bedspreads and...a metal clip holding 8 bullets. Price: $1.00. One of us made a crack about sending it off to Sarah Palin for good luck with that whole running the country business.

So, we jump in the truck to head to our next stop. On the way I say outloud, "Man I hope the next sale has some dead animals". The words were still hanging in the air when...

Deer hide, beaver skin and a fox stole that I just fell in love with!
Then it started to get a little scary. The last and final sale featured the following:

An alligator purse, 2 animal stoles (including teeth and tails!) and a hunting theme rug. ("Hey Mommy, look at those sweet deer!" "Great sighting Bristol, now grab your rifle and shoot one in the head!")

Finally, I returned home to see that my friend Marg had emailed me this:

It just doesn't get any better!