But Really, No More Baby Planters

If you've been reading my blog for a while, you probably know that my mother and I share a fondness for vintage baby planters. I've blogged about our collection before, here and here.

So you'll probably understand why I was surprised last month, to hear Mom say "I think we may have too many baby planters."

Too many baby planters? Is that even possible?

The plan has always been for us to find a shelf unit for the bathroom and display the planters on it. Mom was looking at the wall in the bathroom and imagining what that shelf would look like, when she realized not everything we owned would fit.

So it was decided that we would lay off the baby planters for a while.

Until we find a shelf to put them on.

Or until Mom saw this at Goodwill the day after Christmas.

An Elephant! On a flying carpet!
Okay, it's not really a flying carpet, but Mom likes to think so.

But really, no more baby planters.


Until I saw this at Goodwill two days later.

I had to do a double-take to realize that this was indeed a french poodle pulling a carriage.
Pulling a freaking carriage!

AND the carriage has a giraffe on it. I love giraffes.

When I was very little, I thought French Poodles came in four NATURAL colors: white, black, pink, and blue. And I wanted a pink dog. Badly. So I had this obsession with poodle things and therefore wanted a poodle skirt. Apparently, even as a child, I belonged in the fifties.

Some poodles might consider pulling a baby carriage a demeaning job, but not "Jean-Luc Picard the Poodle" (Yes, I went there, and it's still it's a cool name). He holds his head high and takes his responsibility seriously. No doubt he's had to take a bit of ribbing from the fellows. Judging by the little scars on his face, I'd say he's been in a few fights.

If you look closely enough, you can see his mustache. I have a slight fascination with mustaches. I'm not sure if it's healthy or not, but they make me so darn happy.

So apparently the short-lived moratorium on baby planters was over.

This cute little boy came from an estate sale. I love the politically incorrect boxing gloves.

This cowgirl and boot came from The Salvation Army. Mom and I had each seen it on separate trips to the store, and decided against buying it. It's bigger than most, and we were trying not to buy more planters. But we were intriqued by the unusual cowgirl theme, so when it was reduced to half price, Mom brought it home.

She seems to be wearing a denim diaper. Ouch, that would chafe. I think she may eventually end up in North Dakota, when the next girl cousin is born.

That's one of the nice things about baby planters. If we really do have too many, they make good gifts.

But really, no more baby planters.


I can't say I've been terribly tempted lately.

Not all planters are cute.

Some are downright scary.

I seriously thought that was a chainsaw in his hands at first.

Which means the red stuff would have been...

Never mind.

I'm joining these parties today:
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