Jessie knows of my love, nay obsession, with Georges Briard and did some preshopping in advance of my visit, presenting me with a lovely highball glass. Most of my barware is gold and black or gold and pink, so this will integrate perfectly. Come on over, I'll shake up some cocktails and we'll toast the mad genius of Georges. (I also found a set a Briard glasses when I was in Austin. No picture, but they are lovely and covered with leaves. I liked them and was wavering, but once I noticed that familiar signature there was no choice.)
This is definitely one of the strangest things I've ever seen in a thrift store, and I should have bought it. Surely someone I know would have loved it! This item hangs on the wall, but gives the appearance that you have installed a cask in your wall--like so many people do. But, hiding behind the secret door is your barware and booze. What could be more handy? The owner wrote was concerned about mistaking gin for bourbon in a drunken stupor, that they wrote 'gin' in marker on the bottle.
Mitchell stopped in Wichita to pick-up Barb en route to Madison. He found this wonderful salad set in a thrift store there. It's dark, in a modern shape with six matching bowls. The only question is if I have salad servers to go with the set? I may have to do a little shopping...