The time has come. Time to name the tikis.
Post names for these tikis in the comments. I will choose only the best. The army must be named!
Bonus Parakeet Update: Here’s Gracie helping with my work.
And by “helping with,” I of course mean “pooping on.”
For a while now, I’ve longed to add one of the glass goblets from Walt Disney World’s Polynesian Village Resort (now just the Polynesian Resort) to my collection, but one mighty force has stood in my way: Disney collectors. Those people are dedicated and ruthless and covered in Little Mermaid tattoos. The frosted goblets, with a smiling tiki face on one side and a frowning face on the other, typically go for ten to fifteen bucks on eBay, which is more than I’m willing to pay for a single tiki glass that doesn’t feature a secretly topless 1940s hula girl.
But last weekend, at the always exciting and frequently baffling Community Thrift Store in the SF Mission District, the tiki gods smiled upon me and frowned upon my Disney-collecting competition, and I found these waiting in all their glory.
FOUR DISNEY POLYNESIAN GOBLETS
THEY WERE $1.75 APIECE
I’d like to say that this find taught me the wisdom of thrifty tiki shopping, but I’m afraid that I immediately took the money I’d saved to the Alameda Antique Fair and spent it on this:
THEY ARE THE BOSSEST AND SWEETEST AAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Hurm. These mugs belong to the same line as the Siesta Ware pastel glasses featured in the earlier Tiki Weekend post linked above. The glasses seem to be fairly common, but this is the first time I’ve come across the mugs.
All six of them.
In their original packaging.
All pastel and ’60s like they belong in the coral-colored sink of the Barbie Dream Kitchen.
I have to go lie down now.
My friend Laura made my dreams come true and got me the belated Christmas gift of an outdoor composter. Just to tiki it up, she decorated it with a handmade image of the Hawaiian god Lono.
Laura was concerned about showing disrespect to the gods, but she felt that Lono, as the god of rain and plants, would be amendable to helping me with my vegetable garden. And here he is, guarding my used tea bags from all who would misuse them (but mostly raccoons)!
Please, Hawaiian gods, don’t strike me down.
In other tiki news, last weekend I went to the annual Oakland Museum White Elephant Sale. Frankly, I was disappointed by this year’s sparse selection of tiki, but I did pick up a rattan wine rack. Now I have two!
I’ve been watching a lot of “Frasier” on Netflix lately, and it’s made me feel the need to class up my bar-in-progress. Obviously Frasier doesn’t have a tiki bar, probably because of the strict HOA codes in his Seattle condo, but he does have a well-curated wine collection and a wine log in his kitchen. A wine log! That’s what I need to keep my own collection at the peak of quality!
Fortunately, I found just the thing:
Yes, we have here a wine list cover from a Trader Vic’s restaurant. Here I shall keep my tiki bar wine log.
I don’t know about you, but I feel like a drink already. Until next week…