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knock knock knockers on heaven's door


 







      Knockers : one that knocks: as a : a metal ring, bar, or hammer hinged to a door for use in knocking 

      k'nocker - (Yiddish) a big shot who knows it and acts that way; a boastful immoderate person









I love a good door knocker. Nothing says "Welcome" or "Enter At Your Own Risk" like a well placed knocker. Currently, I do not have a door knocker. I have instead, a door bell and a "speakeasy" I love the look of surprise when the little door opens and I say Helloooo....password please.

 I had both a door bell and a knocker at my last home. Some visitors rang the bell, ignoring the knocker completely. Others, knocker only.  Not to be forgotten - that rare visitor who employed the full force of both the knocker and bell. These frantic you must open the door types were largely ignored. 
Seriously. We're not home.

 How about you?  Are you a Knocker or a bell? Or the rare "I know you're in there" knocker bell combo?  Do tell.




I love, love, love this one...
 Very cool rabbit or an old man with rabbit ears?
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/280922225_05f05d821f.jpg
Way fabulous.
Knock with one hand - have aspirin in the other. LOVE.

 Creepy, right? I'm movin' on.
(you can find this lovely lady on ebay)

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3157/3054678638_b35e996bce.jpg
Saddle up!


Check 'em ladies!




Knocker update:  This lion's- head knocker sold at Christie's for a cool 2 million. It is 11th century Spanish but still.....
Who knew knockers could be worth so much dough?






Comments

  1. Jane,

    I must admit I j'adore the first "knocker". I have had knockers, peepholes, and doorbells. But wish I had had the kind you "speak" of where they open a little door to see who's there.

    If I recall, when people came to my door, they first rang the doorbell, if I didn't arrive immediately they used the knocker and if that didn't work, they left. But not before I checked the "peephole" to see who was standing outside. LOL LOL

    Kris

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  2. Kris,

    So nice to hear from you! I hope you're well and enjoying the summer.

    I love my speakeasy it makes for great fun at Halloween! (great pun BTY) LOL LOL

    Jane

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  3. Jane,

    Summer is good, but way to HOT. We have had 20 days of temperatures right at 100 and over with no rain in 45 days. Everything looks fried and going outside is down right UNBEARABLE!

    I just know the weather up your way is NICE! I remember those lovely summers up north and also those dreadful winters. LOL LOL

    Kris

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  4. Love the first one! very interesting! xoxoxo

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  5. I love the first one. The rest are unusual and funny! Great finds!

    Have a wonderful weekend!

    Jessie
    www.mixandchic.com

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