June 7, 2008

Oyster Stew

There are always a few things that inexplicably don't immediately go home with the first person who looks at them. This sentiment, of course, says more about my infatuation with these objects than with the public. But Feelings count for something, don't they?

One poem that circulates among mothers and children in my family lilts, "Around, around, and around she flew and plunged it into the oyster stew."

An antique shop feels a bit like a stew. And I'm convinced that the following objects are oysters! Eat up.

A wonderful carved rolling dog toy from the 1920s.

The funny tin doll shower.

The magisterial felt kangaroo and child.

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