Saturday, January 06, 2018

Retro Y'all!

Another earworm they play at the Peddlers Mall all the time. If it's gonna be stuck in my head, I'm gonna share that "joy" with you all.  This one is dedicated to the customer who was walking up the aisle singing along at the same time that I was working, also singing along.



This one is a twofer treat as we get back into the Retro Y'all groove.  I had a hard time picking which version of this song to feature, since there are two well known versions of it, both equally popular and both equally retro.  In the end I decided to include them both.

That was Tanya Tucker.  Now here's Helen Reddy.



I have to say that I prefer Tucker's version.  I'm always attracted to good, old-fashioned twangy country, plus I love the harmonies and the gospel choir feel of the ending better.  Although, that odd little dance step Reddy is doing is really cure, in an awkward sort of way.

Fun Facts:

My mother hated this song, for some reason.  She had some kind of Helen Reddy's greatest hits LP and played "I am Woman" over and over (and over) again after she and my father split.  She would always rush to the stereo to stop it before "Delta Dawn" could come on.

According to Wikipedia, this was almost released as single by Bette Midler, until Helen Reddy released it first.

Until I researched the song, I had no idea Helen Reddy was from Australia.

Thursday, January 04, 2018

More 2017 Recap (Further Sights Unseen)

Continuing from yesterday, here are some more of the finds from last year that got photographed, but never blogged.  Unless noted otherwise, everything here is a trash find.


I always grab discarded lawn ornaments, regardless of the shape they're in.  This one wouldn't even stand up on its own any more.  I thought it could be painted and make a cool door stop or something.  It actually sat on our stoop for a while, until Keith told me it was creeping him out.


One of our across the street neighbors is also a garbage picker.  He used to do a yard sale every so often.  Now he just sets his old finds out during set out.  I've gotten some good stuff from his curb over the years.  These wheels came from there.  I grab stuff like this and toss it in my salvage booth as spare parts.  Someone must need them, because they do sell.  I'd rather see it go to a new person than be tossed out.



Rusty metal plant shelf.


My price tag on this one says:  "Make your own 10 Commandments!"  That was my thought when I first saw it.  I also added another tag that says:  "Thou shalt shop Booth 62!" That's an order!  


I found a huge bucket of these canning jars.  They're not at all old, but the rusted lids lend them that feeling.  They are waiting in the shed to be filled with odds and ends.  I sell lots of stuff in jars--spools, buttons, clothes pins, beads, etc.  My best seller is actually just jars of miscellaneous junk, which is what I use these larger jars for.  I keep one by my desk and just toss random stuff in it until it's full.  Usually, it's the leftovers from a bag or box of junk I bought that are too small or uninteresting to sell by themselves.


MCM wall hangings, which I thought were cool.  It's amazing what people will toss out.  Even the broken one sold.


Big Flea find.  I am kind of obsessed with wooden boxes, particularly homemade ones like this one.  They're a top seller for me, so I jump on everyone I can find.


More Big Flea finds.  


Remember the awesome cast iron vent I found a while back?  I went back to that house for the last set out, and all I found was Mr. Bubble.  That's kind of a metaphor for this whole business, I think.

Speaking of that vent, I sold it to a downtown antique dealer Who was a new customer to my booth.  I was working my spaces that day, and we talked for a long time.  I saw him again right before Christmas, and he told me that he had taken it to a big antique fair in New York and someone bought it from him right as he was setting it out.  I made a real nice deal off of it, and so did he.  I also got a regular customer out of it.


I found two bags of old paper in an alley, and brought them home to sort out.  Oddly enough, a lot of it was papers and  stuff from a tiny town in far western Kentucky where my great-grandfather lived when he was a boy.  There was also this poster.  Take a closer look at the bottom.



Interesting world, ain't it?



Big Flea find.  Also, guilty pleasure TV.  I don't actually watch the show itself.  I view clips of the big meltdowns on YouTube.  I look at it kind of like I do all those Real Housewives shows.  I can watch a little bit of it, turn it off and say to myself:  "Maybe I'm not rich, but I'm also sure as hell not CRAZY!!!"



Hiding in my front bush is a shy little squirrel blow mold I found in the alley that was  strewn with stuff.  He's by Don Featherstone, the guy who designed the pink lawn flamingo.


Finally, a happy find.  I got this at the Peddlers Mall.  The vendor had a bag of them and had misidentified them as Happy Meal toys.  It's actually a vintage Wilton cake decoration.  I htink it dates back to the days of the TV show.


It even look a little like Adam West.


Still more to come.  Tune in tomorrow.  Same Bat Blog.  Same Bat Channel.

Wednesday, January 03, 2018

2017 Recap (Finds Unseen)

I know that I haven't been blogging for the last few months, but I've been intending to blog.  That's something, isn't it?  I've got a folder full of photos to prove it.  That's right.  I found the time over and over again to take pics of stuff for the blog, but not to actually put them in the blog.  It's hard to be me sometimes, let me tell you.  Sigh.

For the next few posts. I'm going to dump as many of those pics out as I can to at least give a snapshot of the junking for the last half of last year.  That should give me a handful of quick posts and enough time to at least get the rest of the month planned out.  Plus, I know everyone likes finds posts.  Right?

Ready?  Let's go!

Let me start with the first finds of 2018 (or at least a teaser), courtesy of the New Year's Big Flea.  This was what Gran, my granny cart, looked like at the end.


Care to guess what's inside?  I'll give you a hint:


It's the start of a vintage clock radio collection!  I bought a couple from the guy, and he made me an offer I could not pass up on the rest.  There are nine all together.  That's the benefit of shopping on the last day of the Big Flea.  Tomorrow, I'm pulling my Christmas out of the booths.  I have a good idea about what to replace it all with.

If I remember/have time, I'll get some pics of everything else in the cart.  We'll see.  By the way, did you catch the helpful advice printed on one of those boxes?


Words to live by.


I found all this stuff in an alley during junk set out.  It looked to me like someone had cleaned out a relative's house and bagged it all up for the junk pick up. Someone had ripped open all the bags and scattered stuff everywhere.  (DON'T EVER DO THIS!)  I ran home and got a bunch of bags and filled them all up with stuff.  This is a pretty representative sample.  Bith the Jean Nate powder and the Stanback stuff had never been opened or used.  The Jean Nate made me think of this girl named Gina who sat across from me in my Trigonometry class during my junior year of high school.  She was always carrying on about Jean Nate stuff and how good it made her smell.  She would actually say things like: "Gee, I smell good today."  Isn't it odd the memories this stuff brings back?

Most of the stuff from this find was paper goods and ephemera.  There will be pics of some of it later.

When you find a cheap Thor helmet, you just gotta buy it.  Then take a selfie while wearing it.


The long, shaggy, slightly disheveled  look I'm rocking these days kind of fits with the viking motif, doesn't it?  For Odin and Asgard!



There's an old Democratic Club down the street from us that was gutted and renovated over the course of last year.  The dumpsters yielded wonderful salvage treasures like these.  I love the detail work on the hinges.  I found a dozen or so of them, and they've been popular items at the booth.

Sadly, I also found some awesome wooden drawers and two wonderful tables at this site.  They went straight to the booth, but I did set them all up for a nicely staged photo, only to have my phone battery give out before I could take it.  They all sold on the same day to the same person, so I never got a picture, but they were awesome.  Two of the drawers were the old cash drawers from the bar. 

In case you didn't know, a Democratic Club is a lot like a VFW or American Legion post, basically an open bar.  I had the pleasure of speaking at one in the 90's, when we were trying to get LGBT anti-discrimination laws passed here in town.  I learned that you don't ever go to a group to talk about anything, when they've invited you to come after the bar has been open for two hours, even if they do say they're Democrats.  I actually met the then-Democrat state Senator for that district (which included my neighborhood) who told me I could shove the information I had brought "up my ass."  A year or so later, he switched to the Republican Party.  Again, odd memories, huh?


Does anyone know what this is?  I thought it was some kind of jewelry holder, until I realized that there was nothing to keep it from sliding off.  I bought it because I thought it looked cool.


Half-Price Books does this traveling clearance event in several cities every year.  For the last three years, Louisville has been one of the sites.  They reserve a big room at the fairgrounds and fill it with stuff.  Nothing is over 2 bucks, and a bunch of stuff is less.  This was my cart at the last one.



Not everything at that sale is new or recent.  There plenty of vintage items, like this trivia game from the 70's.  The book below might be my favorite find from that sale.  I love kids books. I got it for the title--I'd never seen the word "Brimful" used before--and the Tasha Tudor art.



You gotta grab your finds where and when you find them.  All this stuff was a curb find when I was on the way to the bus stop one day.  I crammed it all in my booth bag and still managed to catch the bus on time!  The baskets were an appreciated find.  I use a lot of them for displays.



People seem to like these big family-style Bibles, so I  pick them up whenever I can find them cheap.


This is an odd, little display I made in my salvage booth.  Nearly everything in it was a curb find.


I think that will do it for this installment.  There will be more to come.  Now, if you will excuse me, I have some fresh buns in the fridge and I have to go get them out.

Monday, January 01, 2018

Happy Sixth Month Anniversary of the Last Time I Blogged!

Or, as the rest of the world calls it:

HAPPY NEWS YEAR'S DAY!!!!

Geez, the lengths I will go to for a joke...  I had to clam up for six months to make this one work.  I hope it was worth it.

Okay, seriously, I'm alive and there will be explanations forthcoming, as soon as I've had a chance to get my blogging feet back under me.

How about some festively appropriate, yet fully retro celebratory music?



Consider that chorus my promise to you.  (All together now!)

I will be with you again!

Maybe even as soon as tomorrow?  Maybe.

In the meantime, I am off to the last day of the Big Flea in hopes of snatching up some great deals in the antique wing.  It's a New Year's tradition, after all.

Thanks for sticking with me.  You all rock harder than U2.

Speaking of which, is there any other band from that post-punk/new wave era that has managed to stay together and relevant all these years later?  I can't think of any.  This song has all elements that made early U2 so memorable--powerful bass and drums, Bono's slightly eerie vocals, and the Edge's even more slightly eerie guitar, plus that little piano riff.  I just love it.

Also, how young they all were back then!  (How young we all were back then.  Sigh...)

I picked this particular clip to use because drummer Larry Mullen Jr is wearing that motorcycle jacket he used to wear a lot back in those days.  It's one of things I remember most about early U2.  Motorcycle  jackets are cool.  I wish mine still fit.  It...um...shrunk in the closet.

Yes, leather will do that.

Sad as that may sound, I did replace it recently with a brand new leather bomber jacket in my size I found at the Peddler's Mall right around my birthday.  It's cool too.  And warm.  Which is good right now.  If I remember, I'll get a pic of it.

Happy 2018 folks!

Be back soon.


Saturday, July 01, 2017

Retro Y'all!

In between getting Tucker down off the drapes and out of my hair (Literally.  He loves my hair and Keith's beard and considers them his personal playgrounds.)  I've been binge-watching old episodes of the E! show Hollywood Mysteries and Scandals, which just goes to show how out of touch I am with modern life.  Everyone else marathons Game of Thrones. I gorge on old entertainment documentaries. I'll never be cool.

 Anyway, there was an ep on Bobby Darin and this got stuck in my head.  Enjoy.



The song has a fascinating history, by the way.  For a bonus treat, click here for the German version by composer Kurt Weill's wife, Lotte Lenye.

Have a safe holiday weekend everyone.  Wear your sunscreen and be careful with the fireworks.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Another Good Reason!

This is Tucker.


He's new in our house.

He's also the reason there's no Monday Rambles today.  He's at the Humane Society getting his little boy parts snipped having some body work done.  We're frantically running around kitten-proofing the house.  He's only six months old, and six month old kittens can get into everything.

I'll be staying home for a few days to oversee the socialization.

Some of us are not so sure about this.