“i scream, you scream, we all scream for—”
“give it up, vern”
“but it’s half the fun”
“no one buys ice cream anymore”
“i don’t care about them, i like when we sing together”
“…ok. let’s do it”
“really i’m just tired of all the oregon trail references”
“ugh i know, it’s so embarrassing”
“like, we’re more than that”
“yea, but seriously annie totally got cholera last week”
“oh god, is she ok?:”
“tomorree is jameson’s birtday, we gotsta do sumthin speshull”
“aw rite! how bout some jameson for jameson teeheeehee!”
“oh, lyke he’s nevah heard that one before!”
“I’ve spent every possible second with you since the day we met”
“oh, do you need some alone time?”
“not at all, i need there to be more hours in the day, i need more of you”
I inherited over 700 pairs of salt-n-pepper shakers from my great grandmother... over 15 years ago, and my family thinks I should sell them. I totes agree, but I'm not giving them to just anyone. I want them all to have good families, like my very own stray kittens (or puppies, depending on your preference).
If you wanna buy them just send me the picture of the one you want, and whatever price you wanna pay. It's up to you, I just want the shakers in a good home!
Browse. Soon enough I'll put them in categories. Right now, you can email me if you have specific shaker wants. I'm sure I have them! --i'll be adding new ones at least every other day!
danniellereid@gmail.com
put "shaker love" in the subject line!