It has been a good eight or nine months since I last visited Tuesday Morning, the high-end kitsch close-out mart. How could I pass up another opportunity to browse the latest in pricey mark downs! The fine cat above is the first bit of fluff merchandise to demand my attention.
Having recently posted about crosses as
object de decor, I found yet another example.
The understated silky ties for the gents just didn't photograph as luxe, though that's how they appeared to the eyebone. Too bad.
Don't you agree that this shiny black bird gives every indication of
crow-ness -- except for the tropical crest. Perhaps it's a raven from the deepest Amazon or Sumatra?
As ever, decorative gee-gaws from the Asian Department, a staple at Tuesday Morning.
And, finally, the only reason that I decided upon posting from Tuesday Morning this time around: the most dreadful, misunderstood Elvis kitsch ever. I wonder how long this stuff has been hiding in a warehouse awaiting the day when The King is enough of a legendary ghost that people will have forgotten the reality of that sexy, sullen face with the heavy-lidded eyes. This version looks as tho he's been sanded, polished and approved for dating by Barbie's Mom and Dad.
Oh yes -- I did buy one item: a fluffy, warm bathrobe in a pale lime green. Half price at $15. No, there was no luxury semi-sweet chocolate on sale. I don't think there will ever again be chocolate like my first purchase at Tuesday Morning.
It has been a good eight or nine months since I last visited Tuesday Morning, the high-end kitsch close-out mart. How could I pass up another opportunity to browse the latest in pricey mark downs! The fine cat above is the first bit of fluff merchandise to demand my attention.
Having recently posted about crosses as object de decor, I found yet another example.
The understated silky ties for the gents just didn't photograph as luxe, though that's how they appeared to the eyebone. Too bad.
Don't you agree that this shiny black bird gives every indication of crow-ness -- except for the tropical crest. Perhaps it's a raven from the deepest Amazon or Sumatra?
As ever, decorative gee-gaws from the Asian Department, a staple at Tuesday Morning.
And, finally, the only reason that I decided upon posting from Tuesday Morning this time around: the most dreadful, misunderstood Elvis kitsch ever. I wonder how long this stuff has been hiding in a warehouse awaiting the day when The King is enough of a legendary ghost that people will have forgotten the reality of that sexy, sullen face with the heavy-lidded eyes. This version looks as tho he's been sanded, polished and approved for dating by Barbie's Mom and Dad.
Oh yes -- I did buy one item: a fluffy, warm bathrobe in a pale lime green. Half price at $15. No, there was no luxury semi-sweet chocolate on sale. I don't think there will ever again be chocolate like my first purchase at Tuesday Morning.
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5 comments:
Gack, that Elvis kitsch is enough to gag a maggot. Couldn't ever stand him. As I recall, we always referred to him as Elvis, the Pelvis.
Bathrobes sound much better.
Wow, the Elvises look almost like the Elvis Toby Mugs by Royal Dalton.
Google that and see how much their worth now! ;-)
~Anon in AV.
ROFLOL! that Elvis, well.... is VERY Elvis =p
great tour!
This store is crazy, silly fun, isn't it???
jeanW -- then I will be careful NOT to wear my prized Elvis Tshirts in your neighborhood!
anon av -- I suspect that these are China's best...
frame -- a Tuesday Morning fix every few months is a life necessity...
cmarie -- you got it right...
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