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There is still some places that still makes handmade ribbon candy.....
http://www.shernnisonline.com/Handm.....-Candy_c44.htm
http://www.hammondscandies.com/
These guys makes the good stuff....
http://www.shernnisonline.com/Handm.....-Candy_c44.htm
http://www.hammondscandies.com/
These guys makes the good stuff....
My gosh, if everything is just decoration, then how does she live there?
Of course she mentioned little touches. So I guess she means anything left out in the open that is small or undesirable things that might change her home.
Wait, does Candy count as a thing added to her house as decoration?
Of course she mentioned little touches. So I guess she means anything left out in the open that is small or undesirable things that might change her home.
Wait, does Candy count as a thing added to her house as decoration?
I know this, I haven't seen a full on example of this in years, but I know this. This seems to have been a trait of my elder aunts who gained a bit of wealth at the tail end of the Depression, and only relaxed enough to spend it after the war. (the people too old to have enlisted in WW2). I haven't seen the plastic wrapping though since the late 1960's. I do see a lot of the pristine house syndrome in slightly different contexts.
I half expect Candi to be awakened by a vacuum cleaner pushed by the Guatemalan maid that keeps the dust off the pretty display items.
I half expect Candi to be awakened by a vacuum cleaner pushed by the Guatemalan maid that keeps the dust off the pretty display items.
Aha. I couldn't help but recall those decorative glass candies from Italy I saw at World Market one time. Not only are the darn things a lie, but what if one genuinely gets the munchies and everything's made of inedible materials? I mean, I still get bummed finding a dish of wax fruit. (Or the plastic kind.)
I was in a house like this only one time. The owner & my father had gone out of the living room (probably to a home office). She had said "Help yourself to some candy," as she left the room. There was a covered pedestal dish on a doily - the only item on the coffee table. It was baroque-styled in white glass. I quietly took off the lid. The white mints were sitting in columns and rows. I looked for a long time. Looked around the room. There was nothing in the room but plastic-covered furniture and lamps. Looked at the white glass cover in my hand. There was no dust on it anywhere. Not even in the white glass leaf-squiggles. I quietly put the lid back on.
I am reminded of Stan Laurel eating wax fruit at Hardy's house. During the imevitable fracas between Hardy and his screen wife (his real marital relations were quite peaceful and amiable.), Mrs. Hardy discovers that Laurel has been eating the wax fruit and after that, refers to Laurel as a "wax eater". This was in the classic film "Sons of the Desert".
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