Alright, so, this is a Jan the Chicken Lady thread. My family met Jan when I was young and we bought a house from her on Whidbey Island, WA. The house is a treasure.
The first thing you notice about the house is that several of the windows don't let you look inside the house. This is because she enlarged scenes from Snow White onto large pieces of particle board, glued them over the windows, and then put furniture behind them. So you'd look in the window and see a bunch of mice and birds making a dress.
So we're at her house, giving her back Pinky, the hollowed-out toilet recliner, and she offers us a tour of the grounds.
So the reason I call her Jan the Chicken Lady is because she ran a chicken rescue. She lived on a big plot of land and she built a bunch of pretty elaborate houses for these chickens that she'd rescued from... farms?
@BestGirlGrace i am a huge advocate of comfy poops and will defend them
@Los_Ingobernables_De_Jorts It wasn't that much more comfortable, since you were sitting on a regular toilet seat. I guess you could use the arm and back rests.
@BestGirlGrace whidby island is really nice. baller.
@Adoxographer I have a lot of really good memories of it because I spent maybe half my summers there as a kid. Great place.
@BestGirlGrace I've only visited, but yeah, so beautiful!
@BestGirlGrace this is the best thing ever.
we need more ~characters~ in our lives who live their most authentic weirdness, thank you for sharing!!
@selontheweb Thank you for reading! I only hope I can live a fraction of the life Jan did. Looking back, she probably had a lot more going on than young me could conceptualize.
@BestGirlGrace that's the first thing i thought about tbh. regardless, it seems like she lived her life exactly how she wanted it
@selontheweb You don't own a tortoise. It comes to you when you welcome one into your life. Same with the chicken rescue.
@BestGirlGrace are we not all seeking our chicken rescue, anointing and preparing ourselves for our fated tortoise?
@selontheweb Barely a day goes by when I don't ask myself "What is my chicken rescue? What is my attic full of wicker? What is my Pinky?"
@BestGirlGrace here's hoping our toilet furnitures and furniture attics find us soon 💚💚💚
@BestGirlGrace this is the detail that makes me shudder for some reason
@selontheweb My dad said something like "How does the saying go? She who has the most wicker wins?"
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