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Threadbared: Super Sounds Of The Sixties.
Spoonin'...on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away too soon
I can't imagine anything that's better
The world is ours whenever we're together
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of
Spoonin'...down a crowded avenue
Spoonin'...anything we like to do
There's always lots of things that we can see
You can be anyone we like to be
All those happy people we could meet
Just spoonin'....on a Sunday afternoon
Really, couldn't get away too soon
We'll keep on spending sunny days this way
We're gonna talk and laugh our time away
I feel it coming closer day by day
Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly
Spoonin'...on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away to soon
No, No, No, No
Spoonin'...
Spoonin'...
Posted by Mary on May 25, 2006 | Permalink
Comments
That tablepiece? Hmmm. I'm seeing something subliminal there...
Or maybe it's just glad tr see me.
Posted by: Inky | May 25, 2006 11:08:35 AM
Shouldn't the title on this one be "Souper Sounds Of The Sixties"?
Posted by: Liz | May 25, 2006 11:27:05 AM
growing up, i always thought the lyrics were "life could be ecstacy, you and me and leslie."
which prompted me to think, who the hell does this guy think he is, inviting some leslie chick??
Posted by: | May 25, 2006 1:20:02 PM
Wow...I have a friend who collects souvenir spoons. Think she'd appreciate this lovely art piece? Or would my body be found in an alley, impaled with many tiny little spoons?
And yes, the placement of those fake lemons (pears?) is rather unfortunate...
Posted by: Tami | May 25, 2006 3:03:30 PM
Imagine all the spooning you would get if you tossed out the souvenirs and wore the crochet piece as a nightgown..
Posted by: Aly | May 25, 2006 6:40:40 PM
Aunt Betty was shocked when her half-finished macrame owl suddenly came to life. But the weird, cult-like body-piercing ritual it performed in her kitchen sent her screaming into the night. Her resulting "macra-phobia" was incurable and she spent the rest of her days sitting in a rocker talking quietly to her yarn.
Posted by: PeacefulDave | May 25, 2006 11:03:11 PM
Ah, the great days of maCRAHmay! We had purses and owls aplenty at my house. And plant holders!
Posted by: Boutros | May 26, 2006 8:31:13 AM
At first I thought it was a dress, an orange Watutsi or Congo Zulu kind of thing my cousins used to wear way back when my family lived in Africa. Then I put my glasses on and looked a little closer and oops, it's a white people's thing from the 1960's oh my, oh my, oh my! I'm sure glad I still lived in Africa then. We decorated our walls there with forks and knives, not spoons.
Posted by: Daffy | May 26, 2006 9:30:24 AM
Aly wrote:
Imagine all the spooning you would get if you tossed out the souvenirs and wore the crochet piece as a nightgown..
OR, you could leave the spoons in, and REALLY stir something up!
Posted by: Allen | May 26, 2006 10:54:50 AM
Personally I'm waiting for that orange macrame cord to catch fire. I'm just going to sit here and watch. All day if I have to!
Posted by: severina | May 26, 2006 8:24:18 PM
pass the poi
Posted by: punxxi | May 26, 2006 10:19:10 PM
.....I, love this planet!...
Posted by: | May 27, 2006 1:37:45 AM
OR, you could leave the spoons in, and REALLY stir something up!
***
I love this reply for not only it's interesting idea, but the stirring pun. Fabulous!
Posted by: Aly | May 27, 2006 8:01:51 PM
Aly,
The use of forks & knives instead of spoons just seemed a bit dangerous to me.
Of course, maybe there are possibilities here of all sorts of spoon-related foreplay: "Bet ya can't find the one from Plymouth Rock!"
Jus try and find THAT ONE in Cosmo!
Posted by: Allen | May 27, 2006 9:58:29 PM
I'm not sure what's funnier, the macrame spoon hanger, or the candle-and-two-pears centerpiece. However, that is a really great way to display all those plastic sporks from fast-food places!
Posted by: Lois | May 28, 2006 2:10:40 AM
Okay, now I am spending way too much time observing the candle and fruit arrangement. Disturbing!
Posted by: Aly | May 28, 2006 3:45:37 AM
I just have to ask, "Why ORANGE?" Why are they always ORANGE? Who likes orange? Yeccch. I think that drunken wood nymph made this.
Posted by: Sarah | May 28, 2006 7:50:38 AM
It's not only ORANGE, it's BURNT ORANGE!
My mother used to dress me in that exact color, in the equally offensive polyester double knit, despite my having reddish hair.
Whatcha wanna bet the wood panelling is actually wood-print Contact Paper?
Posted by: severina | May 28, 2006 9:54:04 AM
Polyester double knit is "teh evil"
Posted by: Liz | May 28, 2006 9:56:44 AM
Actually, I know someone who LOVES orange! It's not my favorite, but I do like certain shades of it...and that shade definitely isn't it! I also don't like any shade that reminds me of Home Depot, where I used to work. >_< I'm now working in a hotel where the curtains in all the rooms are ORANGE! The bedspreads are mainly deep blue with some yellow, red, and orange in it, kind of a random abstract pattern. They were aiming for a "desert sunset" theme (this being Arizona), after they added 28 rooms and redecorated the place, but it kind of looks like an explosion in a Crayola factory.
Posted by: Lois | May 28, 2006 10:42:01 AM
OMG, I thought it said "Leslie" too!
that'll look smashing in my kitchen...
Posted by: Melina | May 30, 2006 3:44:21 PM
Is it just me, or is there an itty-bitty face in the point of the second V-shaped row of knots, just below the first row of spoons? You have to look really, really carefully to see it.
The unfortunate candle/fruit arrangement reminds me of that "Come on baby, light my fire" song by the Doors.
Posted by: Sputnik | May 30, 2006 4:11:05 PM
Yup, that's an itty-bitty face screaming for all it's worth. Perhaps a soul trapped for all eternity in macrame hell.
Posted by: severina | May 30, 2006 8:19:03 PM
Oh, god, I think my mother macramed something very similar to this in the '60's.
Posted by: Jessica | May 30, 2006 9:38:50 PM
It looks like some kind of vengeful tiki god. Leave an offering and back away, slowly.
Posted by: emi | May 30, 2006 11:11:51 PM
