
I'm obsessed with cornball vintage ceramics. Once I saw a hideous cactus pot of some rube-type fellow with his waistband pooching out, a stately column of cactus rising majestically from within, and ever since then, I've sort of been ruined for proper, tasteful ceramics.
Every so often I troll ebay for that perfect cactus planter, but I've yet to find it. I admit this Indian fellow sorta comes close, but he's kind of expensive (counting the $16.48 shipping) and doesn't ooze the rednecky charm I'm craving in a cactus pot, although he rates mightily in the un-PC-quotient, which counts for something, in my book.
Then there's the two tripod planter boys from wossit, Asia sumerother. I want to understand these planters, but I don't. Tragically, the sel

Finally, there's my personal favorite: this darling little gem. No, it doesn't have the redneck appeal or the off-color charm, but I do find it incredibly cute. It may be coming home to mama. I

Gosh, it's been way too long since I've been out junking. I'm getting the urge... There may be a trip to Canton* in my future... hmmm...
*gi-normous North Texas flea market
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The kitty is cute, especially with a plant growing out it's arse.
The other two have me stumped;)
I think we need a photo-tour of your living space, Phlegmmy. I'd like to know/see were you put all the stuff you write about! ;-)
Those are really one-of-a-kinders that you have there. One needs a little touch of the kitsch to keep things in balance, I think.
The Tripod People creep me out.
Like the kitty, though!
No! Stop! You NEED to hold out for one of the clowns with the big cactus poking up out of its waistband - I know the ones you are talking about. Don't settle for less here! Do some unrelated retail therapy until the urge to settle for less subsides.
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