My Dad had a pair of brown alligator shoes that he wore to every social occassion for over 20 years. He finally retired them about 8 years ago. I miss them - they had spiffy tassles.
My newly acquired home has glass doorknobs throughout the house - even on the inside of the closets where no one sees! Bit lavish, I say. But one of the closet knobs is missing it’s glass globe part of the knob. Wonder where you find a replacement for THAT in this day and age?
Far be it from me to say that Rue made a math mistake, or even a baseball mistake, but Rue, don’t you mean 1.000? Or are the doorknobs in CasaRue really bad? :eek:
As always, your friendly MMP overthetopgaydecorator has an answer to your glass doorknob needs.
lightingtool the globe bar is jake! Maybe you should put that on your weddin’ presents wish list. It’s educational, it’s efficient and it goes with any decor.
Shibb don’t sell your house to schmucks. After all it’s been used to real jake owners. You wouldn’t want to lower its self esteem now would you?
-swampbear (why am I using jake so much today?)
See Shibb, you showed up and everybody got all excited and started posting away (did I do good, Ex?)
I currently have a doorknob issue on my bedroom door, the knob is loose (the screws have loosened somehow), but you can’t get to the screws with a regular screwdriver cuz they’re kinda partially BEHIND the turny-knob part. Now, where do I find a screwdriver with a 90 degree angle? Is there such a thing? 
And speaking of home improvement nightmares…I’m getting ready to renovate my kitchen UUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!! But I’ll be a happy camper when it’s done.
On the site lightingtool linked, I just had to click on Tiki Decor, in case there’d be something swampy might need for his fabulous pool and new home with sprinkler system (built by some burly guys). And look what I found! Hee hee hee! Tiki Tissue Box.
The animals in my life have lately been confined to the bunny which flops in my flower garden. This is the funniest bunny, I swanee. He gets spastic and runs in circles occasionally. And when he’s tired, he flops. Belly down, under the butterfly bush. He’s even made himself a little bunny-dugout, with these flops. He scooches his little belly in the dirt, and his legs are all splayed out behind him. It’s adorable, but I surely didn’t know that bunnies are inclinded to flop in gardens.
My doorknob to the bathroom, only, has the lever door handles. It can be successfully opened with a butt cheek, if need be.
I spent yesterday lounging by the Y pool and painting my fingernails. And acquiring a sunburn. Ouch.
Great! Now I want two “Special Edition” rooms. The Tiki Head Lamp can go in the Beach Room and [n]lighting**'s Globe is a definite “Go!” for the Drawing Rue-m. (Ha!) (I clicked on the link and said “Duuuuuuude!” I wanted it so bad. Not that I figure I’ll get it. On vacation we stopped at Tiki Jim’s and they had this really cool Hula Girl Lamp and before I even finished pointing at it, the Little Woman said: “No!”. Real fast-like. Like in 1/4 of a second.)
Our Old House had glass doorknobs Evil Duck. I found replacements at Lowe’s. Not that I went and actually bought any. I just found them. All the doorknobs that needed to be replaced were inside the closets. They were dinky closets too, so there was no way I could get in and close the door, so I didn’t have to replace the knobs.
And you want to unscrew the whole knob earthpup, tighten that screw that you can’t get to (but you can when the whole thing is unscrewed), then screw the knob back in. Oh yeah, to unscrew the whole knob, you have to take the other one (the one not giving you any trouble) off first. Unless it’s different. Then I have no idea what to do. You probably wouldn’t want to use a hacksaw though. I’m just guessing.
Shut up silenus.
That’s what Jake would like to know.
I have several doorknobs at my house that don’t work well, but they both lead into closets, so I shouldn’t bet trapped anytime soon. Most of the doorknobs in my house, including the ones that dofn’t work properly, are original to the house and so are older than me. I treat them with respect because I was taught to honor my elders. However, the doorknobs on the door to the stairs have been replaced with new knobs, and cheap new knobs at that. Someday I will change them into either authentic 1930’s cottage style doorknobs or a replicate thereof.
The only animal weirdness I’ve observed recently is Nueva, a blind miniature Spitz who is currently wandering around our building as if he owned it, which in turn necessitates Patti, his human companion to leave her desk to go find him. Usually, Nueva has Spirit, who is not blind, to follow him around and warn Mom (Patti) when he wanders too far, but Spirit is at the vet’s office. Maybe Nueva is looking for him. Smelling for him? Can you be politically incorrect when talking about a blind dog?
I’m thinking about having a housewarming party. I’ve lived in my new house for almost two years, so I think it’s time. What I don’t know is if I should warn the guests about the closet doorknobs, or just wait to see if anyone gets trapped.
And there should be a big grin smilie after my Jake comment, but my computer is beign odd and I can’t tell if it will be there or not. Even on preview. So if it’s not, it’s supposed to be. And if it is, just disregard this whole paragraph.
Three anna half years in. 38 posts shy of three grand. This is how I code.
I lower the bar.
I GET that, Rue. You must have different doorknobs. There’s only two screws that hold BOTH the inside and the outside knob on, and they’re both on one side, and they’re the ones I can’t get to…and BOTH the screws need tightening.
what’s a girl to do?
Rue and swampy can have the Tiki decor (although the tissure box is cool), but Iwant a room in my house with Martini decor–especially this: Martini Clock
Right-angled screwdrivers are carried by any hardware or auto parts store. They are very handy for working under the dashboard. So** earthpuppy**, hie yourself to the nearest Kragen’s or Ace and get yourself the proper tool for the job!
See, Rue. I can be a positive contribution, too! 
Thanks silenus! How incredibly helpful you are! I thought they probably existed…I’ll stop on my way home.
Just be careful that you buy the right-angle screwdrivers and not the left-angle screwdrivers. Unless you’re left handed in which case left-angled is the way you want to go. (It’s similar to the whole Right versus Left whales thing, if that helps keep you straight on it)
I swear we used to have some of these exact same tiki mugs when I was a kid. We lived in Daytona Beach and my uncle was the lifeguard at the Hawaiian Inn and I’m sure that’s where they came from. Wow, now that’s a blast from the past.
I forgot to mention the wunnerful margarita or six I had Saturday afternoon while lounging at the pool. Burly companion friend makes some fine fine (jake, even) margaritas. If I didn’t know better I would’ve sworn he was trying to get me tipsy on purpose. 
Oh, and a friend of mine said something really ugly to me on Saturday. He said that how I usually get asked out is when somebody comes up to me and says “Yount to?” (Southern for want to) to which I reply “Aiiht.” (Southern for alright) Wasn’t that ugly. Course I told him at least I get asked. 
Another thing. I don’t really like tiki stuff though the tissue box was jake Ellen.
To everybody else, Howdy! always good to see all the MMPers even when we turn to TMPers.
-swampbear (jake, jake, jake)
Doorknobs are tricky things, but really, you’d never need to worry about them if you just take down all the doors and replace them with bead curtains. Very 1972, you know. Those hippies had some good ideas.
I suppose in our upcoming remodel, we may eventually need doorknobs, but we definitely will need door and drawer pulls for our new kitchen cabinets. The cabinets are probably going to be natural maple in a shaker style. Our appliances will likely be almond. We’re looking at a green countertop and a beige tile for the backsplash. We found a really neat ceramic-look composite floor tile. Our future kitchen will be bee-too-tee-full!!
So, Ex, how was your weekend? I ask because I care! Really!!
FCM, your kitchen does indeed sound beautiful. With the Shaker style, you’ll probably want rather simple pulls, good clean lines and all.
I went with a bit of whimsy with my cabinet pulls. They are ceramic, and have really cool designs on them–the sun, the moon, a star, little hearts, swirly lines. Each one is different. Well, I have two of some of them, but then they’re not near each other (as far apart as you can be in a relatively small kitchen). The drawer pulls are similar, and none of them match either, except in spirit.
I think I need two houses because my decorating sense pulls me in two very different directions. Part of me really likes the clean, simple look–very open with angles and minimal decorations. Elegant, but with warmth. Understated but not stand-offish. Kind of art deco meets modern, but the furniture does need to be comfortable.
The other part of me likes things. Vases and art glass, photographs and paintings, overflowing bookcases and overstuffed chairs, a collection of Winnie-the-Pooh over there, the collection of hand-blown marbles and paperweights over there, crown molding and stained glass windows, a brick fireplace and big windows with even more stuff on the window sills. Charm, sophistication, whimsy, and welcoming all in one big room. A bit like arts and crafts meets art deco meets the old curiosity shop with really, really comfortable furniture.
And never the twain shall meet. <sigh>
Well, I don’t know about you, Kellessa, but I’ve met Mark Twain. Well, not really, what with him being dead and all, but I worked a show that had “Mark Twain” as a narrator, and the actor who played Twain was one of those types who just can’t get out of character if he’s within 20 minutes of going onstage. I guess he was afraid of realizing that he wasn’t a very good Twain impersonator. Typical backstage conversation:
Me: Oh, hi Fred (not his real name. I can’t remember his real name)
Him: I TOLD you to call me Mr Twain.
Me: Oh, right. Sorry about that, Mr Twain.
Him: No worries.
Me: Hey, thanks for being cool about it, Fred.
Him: Damn it! Call me Mr Twain.
Me: Oh, right. Sorry about that, Mr Twain.
And so on.
Aarrgh.
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Not Kellessa. Sorry 'bout that.