June 14, 2015

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Yes, you read that correctly.
It's National Skunk Day.

In honor of the day, I am resurrecting a
tablescape I did several years ago.

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As a small child, I collected ceramic skunks. (There's no explaining that, so I'll just move on.)
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The skunks, along with the shadow box in which they were displayed, disappeared about the time
I turned 12, when my bedroom changed from Little Girl Pink to Teenage Whatever.
I found the collection when I was cleaning out my folks' garage shortly after my mother passed away.
In truth, I'd completely forgotten that I'd ever owned them. The discovery produced a flood of memories,
and for a few minutes, I lost sight of my original task.

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The gold-rimmed skunk plates were part of my skunk collection and hung on the wall of my bedroom. One of the plates still had the plate hanger attached to it when I went to haul the collection down from the rafters.
I suppose the bitter sweet surprise of finding them and recovering a once forgotten bit of my childhood just wouldn't allow me to toss them out. So they remained in the box in which I found them, moved from here to there and back again, but never opened until I once again set upon the task of decluttering a back bedroom closet.

The two largest skunks shown here are salt and pepper shakers (also part of the original collection).
There was a skunk bank, seen at the top of this post, and the aforementioned shadow box, which apparently went to Shadow Box Heaven long before I left for college.

I remember I had names for each one of the ceramic critters. Except for the skunk with a name tag on his tail (Phew), all the names escape me now.

The dice are from a vintage 1950's game called Skunk.
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I loved playing Skunk as a kid. The game's original score pad rests beneath a vase of pink lights. My grandchildren and I play now. The game sets up fast and the rounds go quickly. Not wanting to destroy what's left of the score pad, we use xeroxed copies when we play.
The wimpy carnations came from my garden.
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I offered the skunk collection to my granddaughters. Although they were still little girls at the time, they were old enough to know that I was hoping one of them would take me up on the offer, and they were visibly uncomfortable when they turned me down. They are just as sensitive and caring today as they were back then.

In the end, Phew was the only one I kept.
I kept him because … oh … gosh … I just …
well, you know.
My heart wouldn't allow me to let him go.

Black and white salad plate: Crate and Barrel
Black dinner plates: Yard sale, originally from Marshals
Placemats and napkins: Jo-Ann Fabrics


  1. Great job OA and a wonderful story behind it! What tactful granddaughters you have! Your skunk collection will "live on" though in this terrific tablescape. I'll have to tell my aunt her birthday is on "Skunk" day!


  2. I love your post. I enjoyed reading it. Wonderful story! Thanks for sharing!


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