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Guess What?

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Without a label I would have been at a loss to guess what this is. It’s birdcage, dish rack, bookcase, book shelf, drying rack. It’s too skinny for a wine rack and too narrow for a clothes rack and too wide and tall for a video/CD storage unit. And it’s old. Ah! It’s a plate rack. Yeah? Yeah. That’s what it is. You never know. And I’m still puzzled after reading the label. But, someone smarter than me wrote the label. So that’s my story and I’m going with it.


Santa

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I was wandering another antique store. I’m trying to stay away. (No more sewing machines, please!) And it’s Xmas. And there are a lot of old Xmas decorations. And among them are a lot of Santas. Ya gotta love it!


Pattern

I love patterns…buttons, yarn, whatever. So whenever I wander, I shoot. Buttons usually are not on my radar. I think I’m in  a rut since I stopped diving… not!


Dead Things

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Seen in a pizza bar – antler light chandelier. I like the light bulbs. The dead antlers are a bit disconcerting when you consider all the dead deer who gave up to make this chandelier possible.


Sewing Machine…another

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How many do I need? None. I started with the quest for a key. I had not opened the ancient machine in decades. What was the rush? None. Then in one day I acquired two more sewing machines. These were well built…and heavy! Another? Nope! But low and behold…in an antique shop… a machine was waiting. It’s different yet again…and much the same. And the price …$22. Whoa! A real bargain! Darn! That machine pretty much climbed into the back of the car all by itself.


Chips

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I love junk food. It’s a secret sin of mine. Sorry, it’s not a confessional. I’m just someone who loves crunchy snacks. Lately, I discovered deep fried chips can be had for pennies. The chips are largely intact. No crumbs! Really! The idea was in a cookbook for simple party appetizers. The issue is how to get the slices thin enough for the purpose. I used a potato peeler effectively. But a mandolin is far more efficient. So far I have managed to slice fingers with both tools. Ouch! And yes, blood! Sweet potatoes and white potatoes work well. Beets do not. I’ve done kale too. But with kale there was a bit too much splatter. I also like neat food. Simple snacks, bad for you, made easy, and low budget too. Mmmm…


Odds and Ends

So, my journey through stores makes me pause to wonder. People own stuff that they don’t throw away. Instead they sell it and there’s someone out there who considers trash treasure.

Yup, I got up this morning and thought about getting an old Elvis record. So many years later there are still Elvis impersonators who make a living at it.

Dogs can’t read. I can promise I won’t poop in your yard.

And what may I ask is a turkey grabber and how do you do it? Grab it where? Dead or alive? Don’t bother to answer. I did not buy it. And I don’t get it either. Or would that be that I didn’t get it?

They made it. Someone bought it. And now they want to sell it to you. You gotta love free trade…


$120 key

Years ago in Seattle we bought a Singer sewing machine – an antique? It cost an arm to ship it to the east coast. It had a wooden cover that locked down. My mother used this machine when I was a kid (not the exact same machine, silly). So, it was okay with me to spend the considerable sum at that time. I’ve been looking at machines off and on since that time. They are all expensive (relatively).

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Of course, we lost the key. The machine sat locked and unavailable for decades. Yes, decades! Then, I chanced upon a beat up machine in the basement of an old dingy store. The price was right! Gotcha! Into the car and onward. The very next stop (on the same day!) – oh my! There was a nearly mint sewing machine. …with a key! Aha! Does it fit mine? Who can know. It’s not a complicated key. I took pictures of the key. Oh well! The price was not out of reach. I tested this machine. It ran off a knee switch. Yup, never heard of such a thing. The second ran on electricity and used a foot switch (like mama’s) The first one was a hand crank! Wow, all different and of different ages but of similar design and appearance. What to say? …got three of them. The best news of the day… the key fit. So I got two for the price of that darn key. Yay! Now go make a copy of the key, dummy.


For Fun

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I don’t own these… We do antique stores. Marching around and peeking in the booths… well you see my point?

I have a couple of old typewriters. It’s sentimental. I got the first when I dropped Dave off in Wisconsin for his freshman year of college. The Goodwill has really great stuff. Ha! Old typewriters! It sat in his dorm room all year and he paid a fortune to have it shipped home to me. The second was an impulse purchase. It is the exact model Underwood I slaved over to complete my term papers. Correct type and erasers, oh my! Old typewriters are not so old. They have been around for a while and of course of no more since the computer age. Tra la! La!


Remembrance

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I am of an age that I remember December 7 in the abstract. My dad and mom were directly involved in WWII in China. Both were in danger. I only knew of the moment of remembrance every year in elementary school in West Virginia. I grew up free and without fear. So, it was interesting to come across the Daily News headline from so many years ago. The Kennedy assassination was my first tragedy. For others it was the space shuttle. And then, there was 9/11. History and memory fade with time. The significance is certainly different if you lived in the moment. I was not yet born on the day of this infamy. And it was completely random that I was in an antique store in time to post this thought.