Mother CLUCKER! : My Deli-Style Wall Menu

Check out this old-fashioned deli-style menu I drew!


This lovely list of grub lives at the Red Rooster On The Go, in Bellefonte, PA.


The main menu is on the side wall, and the sandwiches/appetizers are above the employees.


It’s a great place to visit. I recommend the pulled pork sandwich!

Oh Snap: In retrospect, this is a sort of depressing post in which Central Pennsylvania doesn’t come out looking too good.


Every year, some grand old building in Bellefonte explodes in flames. Here’s the latest victim.

Old buildings + what must be a very lax series of regulations = matchbox metropolis.


In addition to flaming buildings, Bellefonte also offers violent statues.

And a thrift store with a very princess-y prom boutique front section:


Don’t worry; this thrift also has the requisite hideous finds.


Continue reading Oh Snap: In retrospect, this is a sort of depressing post in which Central Pennsylvania doesn’t come out looking too good.

An intense, investigative report on cool old stuff


This weekend, fabulous ladies Dana, Ava, and Alice went antiquing with me on the quest for the Perfect Old Thing. We didn’t know what we were looking for, but we sure found a lot of neat swag.


^ Ava, who plays the piano, gravitated to the instruments every time. For this one, you tap your fingers on the metal bars to make the sound come out. The diagram inside showed how to play “Mary Had A Little Lamb.”


^ How cool is this business card and holder combo? I wish I’d thought of this.

Chris Snyder’s booth (each area is owned by a different person) had a lot of weird, weird stuff in it, like…


^ Hitler getting flushed down a toilet, and a great hat rack. It’s weird to see Hitler drawn in sort of a 1940s early-Disney cartoon style.


^ Speaking of weird… we’re secretly children. Or maybe not so secretly. Here’s Alice trying on a werewolf mask and holding up an illustrated wheelchair image. (I feel like that man would be eight feel tall if he stood.)


^ I love that antiques stores sell random collections of things, like jars of old crayons and rusty souvenir spoons. There is, without question, someone out there who thinks this stuff isn’t waste. (I don’t understand the spoon thing. Sorry, spoon collectors. At least the crayons you could hypothetically draw with.)


^ The drop between highbrow and lowbrow is very steep.

On the left is beautiful calligraphy for a child born in Zion, Pennsylvania (note: this is a real place); on the right is the design history of beer can packaging.

I love that the world both has and needs both types of lettering. Both the personal and the commercial are beautiful — though in this case, don’t you want to eat that birth certificate like a delicate soufflé?

Have you found anything good in the thrifts or antiques stores lately, Internet?

If you liked this post, you might want to check these antiques/thrifting posts out: Bellefonte Victorian Christmas, How to Level Up In Thrifting, and Enter the dressing room with me!

Taking Snooping to the Next Level: Bellefonte Victorian Christmas

I’ve already written about the joys of snooping in other people’s houses, but unless you’re rich and fancy, you probably don’t have access to super-snazzy digs.

That’s why there are events like Bellefonte Victorian Christmas! I paid a sweet $15 fee, which gave me access to the art museum, the historical society, and seven homes. It was a snoop-gasm!

The people giving the tours of the homes were in costume, but there were also regular townsfolk walking around in Victorian garb. The girl above was, as far as I could tell, a teenager who felt like getting into it.

When I was her age, I was crying alone in my room because I was never, ever going to find a boy to like me.

Sewing: that would have been a good hobby instead.

I want wallpaper to come back into style.

Here are some more pictures. These homes were loaded with tchotchkes: figurines, dolls, ceramics, and knickknacks as far as the eye could see.

In one home, there was also a frigging creepy mannequin putting ornaments on a tree. Apparently the family who owns this house likes to put him in the shower and in beds to startle guests.

All in all, I had a good time. If you can find an opportunity to spend less than $20 to creep around the homes of the wealthy, retro, and fabulous, I suggest you take it.