Unlike brooms and mops which happily occupy a class by themselves, some things just don't fit into a category. So, like covered containers we find hunkered down in the corners of a fridge, photographic leftovers deserve a place at the dinner table too!
This is the niftiest drain stop! It swivels! The end of drain grief! So simple...you rock, China. I wonder if our apartment manager would notice if we took the whole sink.
Ye Olde Little Red Book. English translations of Maoisms??? Have yet to see those.
Chops. Sort of personal stamps. Craftsmen carve your Chinese name into the end as you wait. You buy a little tub of dense red ink to accompany your chop. Paco purchased a yin/yang Taoist symbol one. I'm waiting to see it show up as a temporary tatoo on him someday when I least suspect it...
A ping pong store!! One of dozens we've seen. Not just a section--a whole store!!
Raisin cart!!! Isn't it gorgeous???
Look for these plastic crocheted edges purse thingies!!! Coming to an enrichment meeting near you!!!!!! Surely it is only a matter of time...
Can't help myself--but I am going to a self-awareness seminar, "You and Your Mop Obsession--Cleaning Out the Mind's Dark Corners of Repressed Tendencies".
"I say embrace that obsession, Mad! China and I applaud you! Too many foreigners completely miss our mops and brooms! Photo ON!!"
Take a baby bottle. Fill it with fish food. Cut the heck out of the nipple. Fill a pond with hundreds of fish. Charge a fee. Find a way to hold that bottle. Stand back and watch the Chinese completely absorb themselves in the activity. Food Frenzy Taken to the Next Step!!!
And yet another sucker!
Oh to fill these cages with some gregarious parrots...
Ukes for my fifth graders, who incidentally will ALWAYS be referred to as "my fifth graders" even though they hopefully continue to get promoted yearly to the next grade. They know who they are...
Where we church!!! Thanks to Chevron for providing such handsome digs for their expats. We, of the humble "projects", appreciate seeing how the other half lives each Sunday.
The deck of our "church". We all leave our shoes here before we go in.
A calligraphy shop!
Life-sized vases. I'm not sure what one does with them. I can imagine they grace something palatial.
This little ball of fluff really doesn't like me. He barks and snarls and generally gets his knickers in a wad every time I pass, and this man tries to calm him down with, "That's not an alien, Toots. Just an American. Don't waste your breath." -- or something to that effect. Little does Toots know that I am a deeply-rooted dog lover...If Toots would meet me halfway, I know I could at least bring a few biscuits in my pocket and pat his adorable head..
Whoa! Just where do you think YOU'RE going, kid?