Various and Sundry.

Load the kids into the car. Take them to the thrift store. Avoid the toy aisle and still end up fighting over whether they need more books or not. Find something spectacular that won’t fit in the cart so allow the nice thrift store employee to take it up to the counter. Worry for the next ten minutes that someone is going to steal it out from under you; cutting the store visit short is not an option, however, because there could be something else incredible there. Argue with one of the babies about whether he can use The Big Potty in the store or whether he can hold it until we get home. Get in a looooong line. Wait ten minutes, placating two toddlers the entire time. Get to the front of the line. Reach in your purse and realize, the second you do, you left your wallet at home, by the computer. Ask them to keep your items until you get back (and tuck them farther behind the counter than the clerk does, just in case). Take the now-whiny toddlers back out to the car. Strap them in. Go back home. Take the toddlers out of the car. Take one of them to the potty as he so admirably held his bladder out of fear of The Big Potty. Grab the wallet. Load the kids back in the car. Drive to the thrift store. Haul them back in. Wait in another long line. Triumphantly walk out of the store with this.  For $9.99. 

Viko Baumritter Danish Modern side table. It’s great, right? I’m not just imagining it? Because, frankly, the whole mid-century thing usually leaves me pretty cold. Spare, clean lines are not my thing. But the legs…and the lovely lines of the table…and the grain of the tabletop…make me swoon. I really love it.

Also got these things.

My whole stack looks a little mid-century/industrial. Weird for me.

So, our little kitty, Frankie,  is missing. She has been an inside cat since we brought her into our apartment in Chicago, around seven years ago, on a snowy Thanksgiving morning. She was tiny, and had been haunting our back porch for weeks. We thought she was a kitten. She was cuddly, and would sit on my lap for long spans of time out on the back porch. We had a pretty big snow early on that year, and didn’t see her for around three days; I was worried, and told Justin that we would have to bring her inside if we saw her again because I didn’t think she could survive a Chicago winter. She showed back up, we bullied her inside, and that was that. As it turns out, she was around three or four years old so had apparently managed the Chicago winters on her own just fine, thank you very much, but she settled in to inside life pretty quickly. She has always been very scared around strangers, and when the toddlers were born, she had a rough time of it. Then our other cat, Dino, had to be put to sleep right before we moved, and she really hadn’t been very happy since that happened. The move further discombobulated her, and as the twins got more and more aggressive and mobile her life got more and more difficult. Right before I left for the family funeral, I finally suggested we let her outside, and have her be an inside/outside cat. We live on a cul-de-sac, where there is hardly ever any traffic, and it seemed like an ideal solution, especially since she was expressing her displeasure at her current living situation by joining the children in pooping and peeing all over the house. When I got back, a day later, Justin hadn’t seen her for about eight hours; prior to that, she had been hanging around the house. At this point, she’s been gone for two nights. We’re leaving her food and water on the front stoop and there is some food missing, but who knows who or what is eating that. Now I can’t believe I ever made the decision to let her outside — she’s such a small thing, and skittish about so many things. Though I really did think she would be happier outside, where she could get away from the chaos that is happening at all times inside, the decision was really born of exasperation — CAN EVERYONE JUST PLEASE STOP PEEING ALL OVER MY HOUSE. So I feel guilty for making a snap decision based on frustration. I’ve been riding my bike around the neighborhood but can’t find her anywhere…we live down the street from a golf course, and it just looks so massive and immense, it makes me think she could be anywhere. Plus, our backyard butts right up against a VERY dense wooded area.

This is the view right over our fence. The vegetation is about chin height, and thick as can be, and I braved it yesterday when a neighbor said her cats sometimes hang out back there. I put on long sleeves and leggings and wore my Uggs in about 90 degree weather and fought my way back about 100 yards, with no luck. I did get within about 25 yards of an old, old barn that’s back there — along with what looks to be some ancient farm implements. Barn wood? Rusty tools? You can bet I’m going to drag Justin back there with me the next time my Mom is in town to stay in the house with the kids. Anyway, I’m holding out hope that she’s just exploring and will be back. If you have stories of cats that were gone for days and days and still returned, they are most welcome. 

Out on the back porch, a spider has set up residence on a huge web.

Because the Internet is an awesome place, I know that it is an everyday garden spider, and that this is a male, as designated by its weird zig-zaggy web. We try not to kill spiders, or destroy their webs, around here. We favor the catch and release program when we find bugs inside. I think I tend a little Buddhist on that issue. So he’ll be staying out there as long as he wants to.

The kids got sunglasses at the thrift store visit — orange stickers, so half off. They felt so cool with them on.

It’s like the director yelled “cut!” right before this one.

I suppose I have rambled long enough. Hope you have a great weekend ahead of you.

Linking to The Nifty Thrifty on A Living Space. 


Editing to add: Frankie came home last night and is no worse for wear! So yay!



August 2, 2013 - 11:22 pm

Shara Oh my, I do hope Frankie comes back home. We love our kitties so, so much. Have you put up signs? Two of our cats showed up at our door and we let them in (one barged in) and we never really tried to find their owners since they were sweet and we wanted to keep them. (We did look for signs, but never saw any). I hope Frankie is okay.

That table is mid century, totally cool, totally not my style and I am totally jealous! It is crazy cool. To the booth? I bet it is worth $$! I think I have looked at that metal box at PH – there was one there and the latch was wonky, but I knew if it was still there on 50¢ day it would be worth it. Great buy on the glasses – even at full blown MALL retail they would be worth it for those great babies of yours. And, HE HELD IT! What a good kid!

August 3, 2013 - 10:21 am

Heidi@TheMerryMagpieVintage MCM isn’t my thing either, but that table is FANTASTIC and possibly even more so because of the rigamarole you had to go through to get the darn thing. Love the CO peach crate too! Such a cool graphic. We have amazing peaches here, grown in western Colorado. There was a late freeze this year that destroyed many of the crops but Palisade Peaches are something that most people here (myself included) anticipate all year. Yum!

August 4, 2013 - 8:22 am

Melissa That table is really cool and you can’t beat that price! And that leather ottoman is to die for! I’m very much an MCM chick, and all your items would have come home with me too. Especially the peach crate. Heidi is right, we wait patiently all year for some yummy Colorado peaches. : )
I’m really sorry to hear about your kitty. Maybe she is just on a little adventure and will be home soon. My brothers cat will do that every once in a while and they live in Alaska. Gone for a few weeks, back for a few months. Over and over again, it’s like her little sabbatical.

August 4, 2013 - 12:54 pm

Sarah Is your garage a big hot mess by any chance? When our garage was a big hot mess and our cat went missing it turns out the fat little bugger was hiding in there in the boxes! I only discovered this though bc cats are nocturnal so I would only go out looking for him at night. I have a clicking noise I have always made to call my cats and I was making that noise and I kept hearing this really faint meowing. Much tearing apart of the garage later I found his fat self hunkered down in there.

So my suggestion is – look at night and look very close to the house.

August 6, 2013 - 10:27 pm

Shannon Knew Frankie would come back! So happy!

And…LOVE that table. Oh, and those ADORABLE children of yours. Lucky you aren’t in Chicago…or they would be GONE…with me of course! 🙂

August 8, 2013 - 11:13 am

Lara Jo Sarah: how did you know??? It’s like you have a camera in my garage. It is a total mess with a bunch of stuff earmarked for both the booth and the barn sale. I looked really well in there, though, so I don’t think she was hiding in there…wish she could and tell me where she was! I’m so glad she came back. Thanks for writing!

August 8, 2013 - 11:16 am

Lara Jo She came back, thank goodness! Glad you like the ottoman. I didn’t realize until I got it home that it needs a zipper. 🙁 Hoping my mom can fix it.

August 8, 2013 - 11:21 am

Lara Jo Heidi, I LOVE peaches so much, especially white ones. They’re like candy. I wish my whole house smelled like peaches year round. Now I want to go out and buy a peach candle. Plus, I’m hungry.

August 12, 2013 - 9:39 am

Amy Loving the set of chairs & I think the brown/yellow bowls are Bennington. See ya in September!