Tuesday, February 25, 2014

A Wishbone For You. A Wishbone For Me.

I've had a thing for wishbones since childhood when my mother would place them in the windowsill to dry after picking a roasted chicken clean. My siblings and I would take turns placing a pinkie finger on each side, pulling away from each other in hopes of breaking the largest piece. 

To this day, this particular part of the chicken never makes it to the broth pot. I place them in the windowsill just like mom did, but have used them to decorate gifts instead. 

When I saw the gold dipped version on the pages of Martha Stewart over the holidays, the sky split open and a ray of sun beamed down on my kitchen windowsill. Had to try. Had to share. I could look at them all day, with their little necks all wrapped up in bright embroidery thread. 

Not sure how far down the rabbit hole this may lead. Maybe it's officially time for an intervention?


  1. If anyone stages an intervention, I will intervene on the intervention. If decorating wishbones is wrong, who wants to be right? Those things are bad ass. Me likey a lot.

  2. Great idea! Keep up these 'good' memories. You could invent a game with it....Love it.

  3. I'm thankful for my two peeps keepin it real with the comments.

  4. I got a thing for wishbones too!

  5. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pZXoayEL78

    Well Rach, you may have consumed the cosmic Kool-Aid but at least you're not alone :) Say hello to one of my favorite artists, Arthur Ganson. I'd love to get you two in a room together.