The Glassware is Faaabulous!

By Dorothy's red ruby slippers, what do we have here?

Gay Goblets? Did I hear you say Gay Goblets?

I'm concerned that these goblets just aren't gay enough. If you're going to be calling something "gay" then it'd better damn well be freakin' Liberace gay.

They don't even begin to stumble through the doorway into "campy".

I mean I've dated straight guys gayer than these goblets.

Unfortunately you don't get a pattern for these little pretties, you had to order them fully-formed like God intended 'em and God intended 'em to be gay as all get-out, though it looks like they fought him the entire way "out".

Not even worth one snap up.

McCall's Needlework & Crafts. Fall-Winter 1966-67

Speaking of campy, I will be spending the next couple days reading campy classic Little Me by Patrick Dennis, author of my all-time favorite novel Auntie Mame. Little Me and Around the World With Auntie Mame just arrived in the mail today along with The Dresden Dolls CD that I'll be playing over and over until my neighbors punch a hole in the adjoining wall big enough to insert a sniper rifle. So that's my weekend all packed up in an Amazon.com box. Shame there weren't any Doritos stashed in there as well.