The Traveling Knight and the Plastic Toilet

The traveling knight has gone on to greener pastures. When her spouse wasn’t looking, my sister shipped the knight off to a consignment store, and now he’s in the hands of some other lucky soul. I still have the plastic toilet, because I know quality and style when I see it.




Now you may read on to find out what all of this has been about.

Red Shoes are Better than Bacon

I am an admitted re-gifter. So much known for doing so that even when I give something thoughtfully purchased and brand-new, maybe not even on sale, the recipient will declare “So, who gave you that first?” instead of some expression of gratitude.

Years ago, someone, fortunately long since forgotten, gave my grandfather a knight in shining copper-plated armor, standing about 18” tall and bearing a sword which could be used a letter-opener, something else for a roll of stamps, a drawer for paper clips, and a base which was also an AM radio. The tacky knight promptly was sent to the closet, released only once a year to be re-presented to some lucky soul on Christmas, always bearing a note card from Elvis. As in that guy from Graceland.

So, the year we decided to fully induct my brother-in-law into the family, and we gave him the gift from Elvis…

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7 comments on “The Traveling Knight and the Plastic Toilet

  1. Suzan Apaydin says:

    That was a cute post.

    Suzan Apaydin

    Sent from my iPad



  2. Steve Cotton says:

    And now you are re-gifting posts? Why not? If it was good the first time (and it was), a second helping can only be better (which it was).


  3. Think of it as recalentado, which is the best part of the Christmas Eve repast. Repurposed.Moreover, I just knew that you’d been waiting with bated breath to find out the fate of the traveling knight.


  4. Kim G says:

    One is always stuck by the provenance of such products. I can’t help but wonder how they get into production, how the manufacturers decide how many to make, how they price them, and what the retailers who stock them are thinking. Right? These things don’t just happen by chance, and it’s probably not worth the trouble of making fewer than several thousand of them, since a hand-crafted original would be prohibitively expensive. (Or should I say “valuable?”)

    And yet, the flea markets, garage sales, and thrift stores of the world are full of such “goods.”


    Kim G
    San Francisco, CA
    Where Chinatown is a locus of such merchandise.


  5. Peter says:

    That is a great tradition! I should start one in our family.


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