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More Thrift Store Scores
Mar. 2nd, 2012 08:58 amSo apparently the wife and daughter went to the thrift store, again, yesterday. Maybe they're serious about this Norwescon costume thing. Anyway, they came back with a couple of complete finds.
First up: A bunch of what look like Sunday School attendance medallions. Red and blue crosses on white shield pins, that sort of thing. She thought that if they ever get around to making me a Browncoat chaplain's outfit some of them might make excellent insignia. Of course my idea of being a Browncoat military shepherd is to have collar insignia that display the Taoist yin and yang, or monads one day and Flying Spaghetti Monsters the next, but hey, there probably aren't that many Browncoat shepherds and they might have to be flexible, you know?
The next treasure she found was a little wooden toolbox kit. It's open topped, has a wood handle and needs to be assembled, sanded and stained, but it's perfect for Igor the Younger. He fancies himself quite the robot repairman, and if he has a toolbox I'm sure we can find a few tools to populate it with to keep thehelping hands robot in good working order.
But the big find of the day was a $2 percussion kit consisting of several shakers, cymbals, pseudo-tambourines, a ladybug with xylophone-style sounders built into her wings, and a couple other rhythm instruments packed into a drum that fits easily around the neck. Daughter dear went to great lengths to explain that these are only for special occasions and they weren't to just run around banging on the drum anytime they felt like it.
All five of my grandkids have musical talent. Could be six, but with the three-month-old it's kinda hard to tell. I am excited to see them develop their talents a little bit. All three of my children took music in school and unfortunately none of them stuck with it. The closest was my daughter, who would dearly love to still be playing the upright bass but they're a bit expensive.
And to top all this off, last night we got to go see my oldest granddaughter perform in a choir concert. She has a very nice alto voice and is putting it to good use. The choral program at her high school is excellent, and the school's jazz choir took top honors at a recent Pacific Northwest competition. (She isn't in the jazz choir, I'm just letting you know how good the program is.) A very nice mix of songs and arrangements, from Gregorian chants to the Beatles' "Blackbird."
First up: A bunch of what look like Sunday School attendance medallions. Red and blue crosses on white shield pins, that sort of thing. She thought that if they ever get around to making me a Browncoat chaplain's outfit some of them might make excellent insignia. Of course my idea of being a Browncoat military shepherd is to have collar insignia that display the Taoist yin and yang, or monads one day and Flying Spaghetti Monsters the next, but hey, there probably aren't that many Browncoat shepherds and they might have to be flexible, you know?
The next treasure she found was a little wooden toolbox kit. It's open topped, has a wood handle and needs to be assembled, sanded and stained, but it's perfect for Igor the Younger. He fancies himself quite the robot repairman, and if he has a toolbox I'm sure we can find a few tools to populate it with to keep the
But the big find of the day was a $2 percussion kit consisting of several shakers, cymbals, pseudo-tambourines, a ladybug with xylophone-style sounders built into her wings, and a couple other rhythm instruments packed into a drum that fits easily around the neck. Daughter dear went to great lengths to explain that these are only for special occasions and they weren't to just run around banging on the drum anytime they felt like it.
All five of my grandkids have musical talent. Could be six, but with the three-month-old it's kinda hard to tell. I am excited to see them develop their talents a little bit. All three of my children took music in school and unfortunately none of them stuck with it. The closest was my daughter, who would dearly love to still be playing the upright bass but they're a bit expensive.
And to top all this off, last night we got to go see my oldest granddaughter perform in a choir concert. She has a very nice alto voice and is putting it to good use. The choral program at her high school is excellent, and the school's jazz choir took top honors at a recent Pacific Northwest competition. (She isn't in the jazz choir, I'm just letting you know how good the program is.) A very nice mix of songs and arrangements, from Gregorian chants to the Beatles' "Blackbird."
