Wednesday, January 11, 2012

#Tchotchkies of the #Dead: furnishing #Santa #Fe at #estate Sales


CHAPTER FOUR:

Tchotchkies of the Dead



        To equip our new home, we went to so many local estate sales that we said we were decorating with “tchotchkies” from the dead.   Tchotchkies is a Yiddish word for small, usually cheap meaningless trinkets “not necessarily valuable or antique.”  All plastic necklaces and bracelets qualify as tchotchkies, as do any birthday present worth less than $5 which the causes the receiver to oooo and ahhhh and to never look at it again.  
        With our many visits to local estate sales, we bought napkins, chickens and roosters as art, a wooden form to take off cowboy boot, and wrought-iron chairs for the garden.
         After moving to Santa Fe, we suddenly became compulsive about collecting things that had never before seemed necessary, such as carved saints.  
          It was almost enough for me to suggest that we resurrect my Groucho eyeglasses, eyebrows and nose collection.  At one time, I had three perfectly identical Groucho noses.  Shortly after Grace joined me in Chicago they all disappeared under as-yet mysterious circumstances.  This occurred only a few hours after Grace asked what they were and I truthfully told her: a wonderful collection of identical Groucho eyebrows and noses found in places and at times I did not remember. 
         One of the estate sales that were most successful in terms of stuff that we found was on the north side of Santa Fe in a gated community where our friends Barbara and Stan Spiegel lived.  That allowed us to get inside for the preview for the locals.   Grace fell for a larger-than-life chicken.  It seems that nearly every home in Santa Fe must have a huge metal or ceramic chicken somewhere, often standing the mailbox or pecking by the front door.   We bought a black, white and red, three-foot tall metal chicken, which now stands outside near the front door.
           (Note: the #guitar #playing #chicken figure I bought in Mexico and gave as a present to my guitar-playing younger son was eventually put out for trash while cleaning out his New York apartment.  He theorizes that it is now a treasured possession of a homeless person there.  Although I bought this ceramic figure for around $25, in 2012, two different guitar-playing hens were going for $4.89.  It has not kept its value.)
         We also bought napkins, two tin candlesticks with metal birds climbing on top of each other and a cowboy-boot remover, which I didn’t know I needed.
         We also bought a dinner bell in the shape of a Mexican woman whose face looks like she is angry or has indigestion.  She is holding a platter and is wearing a long native skirt that hides the clapper.   We will put this on a shelf and never, ever use the dinner bell.  
         Plus a “lovely terra cotta pot,” with a loop to hold it and two spouts.  Grace will set this on the living room coffee table and it will forever be perfectly placed to block the lower part of the TV screen.   The dance will be: Grace puts it there, I take it away and put it on top of the TV cabinet.  Grace will later put it back on the cocktail table, and so it will go again and again. 

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