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A Visit To The Shop ~ Demurely Subversive

Posted in A Visit To The Shop, Etsy, tagged , , , on March 28, 2013| 10 Comments »

Every Sunday her husband took her to his parents house. So clean and tidy with
everything in place the abode was lifeless, like a scene in a furniture store
showroom. She sat in her chair with her knees together and ankles crossed,
listening to her husband’s family struggle to find inane topics to create
conversation.  His mother, a chronic passive-aggressive, would find ways to
secretly state an opinion (typically discouraged, opinions were), which was
usually uneducated and distasteful.

Every Sunday for many years her husband took her to his parents house and expected her to act like a lady out of respect of his mother’s watchful eye which was quick to find faults to criticize.

Every Sunday she held her tongue, and learned to be demurely subversive.

Demurely Subversive at Auntie B’s Wax

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A Visit To The Shop ~ Leather Palm Wax Candle

Posted in A Visit To The Shop, Candles, Etsy, tagged , , , , , on March 21, 2013| 2 Comments »

Do you love the smell of leather?  When I go to the Minnesota State Fair I visit the Funk and Rose Leather trading post to get some deep breaths full of that rustic, earthy scent.  When I wear my grandma’s vintage leather gloves I have a hard time keeping my hands away from my face to get a noseful of the aroma.  If my car had a leather interior I’d probably decide to live in it rather than my house.

I’ve got a candle at the shop that has a very true leather scent.  If you love the smell of leather as much as I do, this is the candle for you.

Leather Palm Wax Candle by Auntie B’s Wax

 

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A Visit To The Shop ~ The Brady Bunch

Posted in A Visit To The Shop, Etsy, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on March 14, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Here’s the story of a lovely lady, who was bringing up three very lovely girls.  All of them had hair of gold like their mother, the youngest one in curls. 

Here’s the story of a man named Brady, who was busy with three boys of his own.  They were four men living all together, but they were all alone.

‘Til the one day when the lady met this fellow and they knew it was much more than a hunch that this group must somehow form a family, that’s the way they all became the Brady Bunch.

Mom always says don’t play ball in the house!

Glasses! Oh, no, mom! Not glasses! They’ll make me look absolutely positively goofy!

Adios, Johnny Bravo!

I don’t snitch, I just tell it like it is. 

 All day long at school I hear how great Marcia is at this or how wonderful Marcia did that! Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!

The Brady Bunch Drink Charms at Auntie B’s Wax

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A Visit To The Shop ~ Office Tramp

Posted in A Visit To The Shop, Etsy, tagged , , , on March 7, 2013| 6 Comments »

It’s just not fair.  There she is with her size four body, all firm and perky.  Her hair is just so and every day she smells of a different perfume.  Her nails are perfectly manicured and I’m pretty sure that wax job on her legs goes all the way to Brazil, if you know what I mean.  While the vice presidents stand in line to take her out to lunch for shrimp cocktails and filet mignon I’m sitting at my desk eating Lucky Charms out of a Ziploc bag. 

So I’m not the high-maintenance type, and that’s okay.  If she wants to spend all that money on herself that’s just fine and good.  She looks great, actually.  The thing is, she’s mean.  She’s mostly mean to other women.  She’s also mean to the men she’s used up.  She’s making her way to the top of the company with her experience, the kind of experience which would account for the Brazilian wax.  I don’t worry too much; she’ll be promoted out of here before long because she flirted with and kissed the right guy.  Before she goes, I think I’ll leave this little present on her desk.

Office Tramp Magnet at Auntie B’s Wax

 

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A Visit To The Shop ~ Horror Story

Posted in A Visit To The Shop, Etsy, tagged , , , on February 28, 2013| 6 Comments »

She sat in the plush velvet chair accompanied only by flickering candle light, the ticking of the mantel clock and her imagination.  She read a story written a hundred years ago of unsettled ghosts and the humans they tormented.  The candles cast menacing shadows against the walls which would catch her eye between the lines of the story.  Tick tick tick tick tick said the clock like a metronome.  She could no longer separate herself from the terror of the words she read.  What was that?  Did she hear the cat stalking in the next room or was a spirit nearby to pay her a gruesome visit?  She was so paralyzed with fear she couldn’t bring herself to find out.  Ah, the thrill of a horror story.

Horror Story bottle cap magnet at Auntie B’s Wax

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