Mrs. Roper just called. She wants her puka shell plant hanger back.
Sorry Mrs. Roper: Finders keepers, losers weepers.
IT’S MINE.
This weekend, while Mrs. Roper was getting busy with Mr. Roper, Jack, Janet and Chrissy down at the Regale Beagle, I was rummaging through a roadside junk shop and discovering all manners of treasure, including this bad boy. Big as a fourth grader. I was hesitant at first, but now that it’s home I’m confident it is the best $30 I have spent in a long time.
OK, yes, I realize that puka shell plant hangers have not been considered “on trend” since the Carter administration (as demonstrated over on my Facebook page over the weekend), but how could I say no? I mean seriously, where else are you going to buy ten berjillion puka shells for $30? Not that I would ever have the heart to take it apart. I mean, just think of the man hours to string a necklace, much less a GIANT PLANT HANGER. It would have haunted me if I had not brought it home. I just couldn’t say no. I love late 1970’s kitsch like a fat kid loves cake. Now all I need is to find a place. My ceilings are fairly tall, but the scale on this could be challenging. I’ll either convert it to a bed side chandelier or give it back to Mrs. Roper before she starts calling about my caftans.