After the Ball was over...

The garage sale, actually...offerings to the neighborhood gods. Irish kitsch, with a label reading "luck", in case anyone misses the point.

Some very shiny wood items from the Philippines, with a spoon reading "Soup 10", this was from a neohippie gathering a few years back which wasn't quite my cup of tea (so no sentimental value). Now you know, but it will probably be a mystery to the person who removes the set.

A somewhat random collection of patterned whites, vaguely coordinated with fire hydrant.

Don't you wish you lived nearby?

Ed: All gone now...