Wednesday, September 16, 2009

I Have A Disease!

Hello, Dear Ones. If you follow my blog you know I have a disease. If you're a newer visitor, let me explain. There is really no medicine I can take that will help with my disease. Tylenol is great for so many ailments and pains...but it won't help me even though I have aches and pains sometimes!

Applying a cold pack doesn't help either...although I do love those little plastic frozen peas. I discovered them when Mother broke her arm. But they don't help me either!



Even though Pepto is pretty in pink - it won't help when my tummy is upset.
Really and truly, no manner of prescription drugs will help me and my illness. I will explain...

Dear Ones, I'm a dishaholic! That's right! I am and I admit it!

This is a disease I've had for some time now. I tried to hide it for years but after coming into the Land of Blog I had to admit it. I knew I was among friends...I saw my same symptoms in others.

Let me explain what it's like to be a dishaholic. You know how we all love to go thrifting and that is no different for a dishaholic. Except maybe this...I can hear my tiny name being called! Yes, that's right. My favorite haunts call my name and say, "Today you must come over and see what delightful dishware is waiting for you!" Sometimes the call will wake me up in my sleep! Yes, it really does!

Then I can't wait to get into my car and drive to these places! I walk into the door and my most gorgeous baby blues will spy ~ Dishes! Yes, I have James Bond spying eyes!

Then I see the dishes! I drool for a moment. Then my mouth gets very dry. My most dainty fingers begin to inspect the dishes...colors...how many pieces...what brand...how much do they cost? Oh, it's just a heart wrenching thing to watch I've been told. If the dishes appeal to me I look around like a bird dog to make sure no one else is trying to look at them. I have heard some dishaholics have even fought for dishes. Now I've never done this and truly hope my disease will never go this far.

My symptoms really flared up this week when I heard the call. I listened, drove and entered the shop. There they were just whispering to me!

So many pieces, no chips!

Oh, I was caving in so fast! My dainty fingers began to tremble as I looked to see how much this set of dishes cost! Oh, I liked the dishes. Could I afford them? I really like to get a great deal if I can. The great deal part of my disease is the part Mr. Precious truly loves. Men! :)


Well, Dear Ones...look! A set of dishes for $12.99 for 47 pieces! Oh, I was really shaking by now.
I was getting terrified! I had to flip the plate over to see what brand and pattern these dishes were. Would the plate be blank? Would it be a brand I'd never heard of? Would they be worth the $12.99?

I gritted my most pearly whites, closed my most gorgeous peepers so tight and held my most sweet smelling breath, not too long though, just for a few seconds... and in my most trembling hands flipped the plate over!

Oh my goodness! I almost dropped the plate and had to steady myself against the counter! Do you see this? Lovely dishes by Johnson Brothers and they were even fallness of color! Yes! Yes! I must give in to my disease and do what any dishaholic would do!!

Buy the dishes and bring them home! You know that's exactly what I did! I was so thrilled my tiny fingers were shaking so badly I could barely open my purse to get out my little bit of money to pay for them. The clerk suggested I sit down and she would get me a glass of water. I told her I would be okay in just a moment! I always carry water in my purse! :) I'm prepared. You have to be when you're a dishaholic. Um, I'm embarrassed...excuse the box piled up in the corner there.

Oh, Dear Ones, this disease can be a terrible thing. When I got home I had to carry the dishes inside and unwrap them! As you can see I was just too weak to take the tags off them and wash them. I always have to recover a little while before I can exert my tiny self.

But I'm not through yet. My disease had really flared up that day and my name was being called from all over town.

Look what was calling my name so sweetly...

Does this little pitcher look big? Oh, Dear Ones it's just the tiniest little thing you've ever seen.

Look at all the pretty detail outlining the spout...
The handle. Oh, I was giving in to my disease again.

I flipped it over so fast this time and didn't even close my most gorgeous baby blues! Spode and I have these same dishes! Oh, joyness! Oh, hallelujah!!

Look at the tiny underplate. See those old Bristish castles?

I was on a roll and so high from my disease I just flipped this little platter over so fast my head was just a spinnin'! But I did it! Woo Hooness! I was so thrilled!

Oh, Joyness! I've said that already, haven't I? Well, see there are benefits from having the disease of dishaholism...pretty dishes at great deals! I paid $12 (don't know if this was a good deal, probably not, but my disease had kicked in and I had to have it) for this tiny little pitcher/creamer ~ I'm just not sure what it is. It may have been part of a tiny little tea set for a very tiny little girl who would in her future become a dishaholic.

I must tell you, Dear Ones, I was exhausted after my flareup. There really is only one thing I can do that will help me calm down and get me back to feeling normal again ~ buy and drink a chocolate milkshake! I know, it doesn't make sense but it works for me! :)

Please don't feel sorry for me. I manage pretty well with my disease and I know I have many more in Blogland who suffer just like me. So fellow dishaholics ~ listen, go, buy and be fulfilled!

Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song~

Witchdoctor

I told the witchdoctor I was in love with you,
I told the witchdoctor I was in love with you,
And then the witchdoctor he told me what to do,
He said that

Oo, ee, oo ah ah,
Ting tang,
Wala wala bing bang,
Oo ee, oo ah ah,
Ting tang,
Walawala bang bang

I told the witchdoctor you didn't love me true,
I told the witchdoctor you didnt love me nice,
And then the witch doctor he gave me this advice,
He said that

Oo, ee, oo ah ah,
Ting tang,
Wala wala bing bang,
Oo ee, oo ah ah,
Ting tang,
Walawala bang bang

You've been keepin love from me just like it were a mizer,
And I'll admit I wasn't very smart,
So I went out and found myself a guy that's so much wiser,
And he taught me the way to win your heart,

My friend the witchdoctor he taught me what to say,
My friend the witchdoctor he taught me what to do,
I know that you'll be mine when I say this to you

Oo, ee, oo ah ah,
Ting tang,
Wala wala bing bang,
Oo ee, oo ah ah,
Ting tang,
Walawala bang bang
~sung by Alvin and the Chipmunks