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.
Saturday, January 06, 2018
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.
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.
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:
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!)
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.
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.
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.
Friday, June 23, 2017
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 Societygetting 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.
He's new in our house.
He's also the reason there's no Monday Rambles today. He's at the Humane Society
I'll be staying home for a few days to oversee the socialization.
Some of us are not so sure about this.
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Elegy for Adam West
I've hesitated to post this, because I don't want to be seen as making light of his death or the loss his family and friends are feeling right now. Still, there's something in it that pretty perfectly sums up that very loss. At least for me.
There were several times in the Batman series when the Caped Crusaders have been presumed dead and Gotham City goes into full-fledged mourning. This is not from one of those episodes. In fact, Batman isn't even visible in this scene, which is one of my three favorite scenes from the whole show. Nevertheless, this is one of those scenes that pretty much sums up the appeal and beauty of the whole show.
Victor Buono as King Tut seemed to relish his every moment on screen, tearing into every line in order to take it straight over the top chewing every bit of scenery to a pulp as he went there. Adam West brought that same relish to his portrayal of Batman, only where Buono over-played, he chose to under-play. His Batman is one that's smooth as hell, cool as all get out, and totally in on the joke, even though he appears to be clueless at times. You have to watch West closely to pick up on everything he packs into his performance. It's as stuffed with goodies as Batman's utility belt.
Back to the scene. Batman and Robin are trying to rescue a kidnapped heiress from the clutches of King Tut, who wants to make her his Cleopatra. Robin has been nabbed by Tut's men and tied up. Batman, after a brief Bat-Fight, was clobbered by Tut and placed in a sarcophagus. This leads to the cliff-hanger ending, as Tut submerges the sarcophagus in a vat of water in order to drown Batman.
And we get this wonderful bit of dialogue:
We had just laid down for a post-yard sale nap on Saturday, when Keith decided to check his phone for news. He rolled over, shook me and said: "I hate to wake you up with bad news, but Adam West has died." My first thought was: "He's on his way to that great, big belfry in the sky."
I know there are those who would probably prefer to use "Bat Cave" in that sentence, but it seems much more appropriate to me to use a line from the show itself.
I'm just a bit too young to have caught the show in its original run. I had not even turned two when it debuted! I've watched the reruns since the 70's, though, making up for lost time. Adam West was a aprt of my childhood, teen-agerdom, and adulthood. This was one of those blows that hurt. At this point, unless I've missed somebody, only Julie Newmar and Burt Ward are still with us. Everyone else is off having a grand cast reunion. Maybe it's in the belfry. Maybe it's in the Bat Cave. Meanwhile, the rest of us are left without a Bat-Channel to tune into tomorrow to see how Batman gets out of this one.
Farewell, Adam West. Thanks for all the Bat-Memories. You're already missed.
There were several times in the Batman series when the Caped Crusaders have been presumed dead and Gotham City goes into full-fledged mourning. This is not from one of those episodes. In fact, Batman isn't even visible in this scene, which is one of my three favorite scenes from the whole show. Nevertheless, this is one of those scenes that pretty much sums up the appeal and beauty of the whole show.
Victor Buono as King Tut seemed to relish his every moment on screen, tearing into every line in order to take it straight over the top chewing every bit of scenery to a pulp as he went there. Adam West brought that same relish to his portrayal of Batman, only where Buono over-played, he chose to under-play. His Batman is one that's smooth as hell, cool as all get out, and totally in on the joke, even though he appears to be clueless at times. You have to watch West closely to pick up on everything he packs into his performance. It's as stuffed with goodies as Batman's utility belt.
Back to the scene. Batman and Robin are trying to rescue a kidnapped heiress from the clutches of King Tut, who wants to make her his Cleopatra. Robin has been nabbed by Tut's men and tied up. Batman, after a brief Bat-Fight, was clobbered by Tut and placed in a sarcophagus. This leads to the cliff-hanger ending, as Tut submerges the sarcophagus in a vat of water in order to drown Batman.
And we get this wonderful bit of dialogue:
We had just laid down for a post-yard sale nap on Saturday, when Keith decided to check his phone for news. He rolled over, shook me and said: "I hate to wake you up with bad news, but Adam West has died." My first thought was: "He's on his way to that great, big belfry in the sky."
I know there are those who would probably prefer to use "Bat Cave" in that sentence, but it seems much more appropriate to me to use a line from the show itself.
I'm just a bit too young to have caught the show in its original run. I had not even turned two when it debuted! I've watched the reruns since the 70's, though, making up for lost time. Adam West was a aprt of my childhood, teen-agerdom, and adulthood. This was one of those blows that hurt. At this point, unless I've missed somebody, only Julie Newmar and Burt Ward are still with us. Everyone else is off having a grand cast reunion. Maybe it's in the belfry. Maybe it's in the Bat Cave. Meanwhile, the rest of us are left without a Bat-Channel to tune into tomorrow to see how Batman gets out of this one.
Farewell, Adam West. Thanks for all the Bat-Memories. You're already missed.
Monday, June 05, 2017
Saturday, June 03, 2017
Retro Y'all!
There's really only one way to go this weekend:
After all, it is Wonder Woman Day! This is, of course, due to the much-anticipated, long-awaited movie release. It's finally here.
Since it's also junk set out weekend, I won't be going for a few days, but I am looking forward to it.
BONUS: The episode these credits were lifted from guest-starred Anne Francis!
After all, it is Wonder Woman Day! This is, of course, due to the much-anticipated, long-awaited movie release. It's finally here.
Since it's also junk set out weekend, I won't be going for a few days, but I am looking forward to it.
BONUS: The episode these credits were lifted from guest-starred Anne Francis!
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
To Provoke the Thoughts
A while back, I wrote a post about the the nature of photography and how it's changed in the digital age. I still wonder what is going to be at the estate sales of the future in place of boxes of family photos.
Monday, when I was trying to find the blog post I wrote about my mother's death for a post on the Book of Faces, I stumbled across four or five older posts in a row that had deleted videos embedded in them. On the one hand, this makes me a little sad, given that this blog is a record of the last twelve years of my life, off and on. On the other hand, do I really want to go back and clean up 1000+ old posts when there are much better (and more fun) uses of my time?
John Green works a bit with both those ideas in this interesting video. If you don't know who he is, check out the vlogbrothers YouTube channel. It's pretty awesome.
Monday, when I was trying to find the blog post I wrote about my mother's death for a post on the Book of Faces, I stumbled across four or five older posts in a row that had deleted videos embedded in them. On the one hand, this makes me a little sad, given that this blog is a record of the last twelve years of my life, off and on. On the other hand, do I really want to go back and clean up 1000+ old posts when there are much better (and more fun) uses of my time?
John Green works a bit with both those ideas in this interesting video. If you don't know who he is, check out the vlogbrothers YouTube channel. It's pretty awesome.
Sunday, May 28, 2017
Tell me honestly....
Would you buy used furniture
From this man?
Well, would you?
I'm not convinced myself, but dozens of other people have, surprisingly. C'est la vie!
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Retro Y'all!
This one is stuck in my head a lot these days, because it plays at least once a day in the Peddlers Mall. I chose this version over the others on YouTube because of the "enthusiastic" hand clappers in the background. Can you imagine putting "Back Up Hand Clapper" on your resume? (Although I do have a secret fantasy of shaking a mad tambourine onstage with a happening band for one special performance. Too bad I have no sense of rhythm.)
By the way, as much as I love Madonna, we'll not ever talk about her cover version. Talk about something that should have been shot down as soon as it was proposed. Some songs are sacrosanct classics, you know.
I have memories of being about fourth or fifth grade and getting an LP for Christmas--one of those educational types--that was all original songs for kids about American history. I can still remember snippets of the songs. The one about the stock market crash in 1929 had a chanted refrain ("Stocks are going up! Going up!") that kept building and building until the crash happens. I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the album or who put it out. Of course, my copy is long, long gone.
It's one of those things I would love to find one day at a thrift, if only to prove to myself that I am not hallucinating and that the opening song really, inexplicably, was......American Pie! Surely, I cannot be misremembering something as bizarre at that. Surely.
The reason this sticks out in my mind is because I remember having to ask my mother what "rye" was the first couple of times I heard it. I thought that the good old boys were drinking whiskey and eating bread, but since the song said they were "drinking whiskey and rye" I thought they were putting the bread into the whiskey. YUCK!
I also had to ask what a "levee" was.
I've never been able to turn up anything on the internet about this album. I just keep running into references to Don McLean, Madonna, or that damn movie. Anyone who could help me prove that I'm not insane would be much appreciated. I know I'm not making this up in my head.
If you need or would like to read an interpretation of the lyrics, you can start here. There are several others out there.
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Where Have We Been?
Well, the truth is I had to step back for a bit.
2016 was not the best year for me, you know.
First off, there was the break ups. The whole deal with Calvin Harris was the talk of the town for way too long. And then there was the Tom Hiddleston thing. Honestly. It's like some people have nothing better to do than analyze my every move and love interest. And now, everyone is all expecting songs about them!
And then there are the feuds. The Katy Perry thing continues to drag on. What a bore. Then that whole thing with Kim and Kanye happened. I mean, really. That girl in the video didn't even look like me. As if!
So, I decided that the best thing for me to do was take a break from everything, including social media and just concentrate on me for a while.
Besides, I had an album to work on. Those songs about Calvin and Tom ain't gonna write themselves, you know.
Wait a sec.
Album? Kanye? Calvin?
Oh darn. I've gone and mixed myself up with Taylor Swift again.
I hate it when that happens.
Seriously, I'm okay. I didn't mean to make anyone worry. You're all just too kind and too sweet. I'll have more to say in a bit.
2016 was not the best year for me, you know.
First off, there was the break ups. The whole deal with Calvin Harris was the talk of the town for way too long. And then there was the Tom Hiddleston thing. Honestly. It's like some people have nothing better to do than analyze my every move and love interest. And now, everyone is all expecting songs about them!
And then there are the feuds. The Katy Perry thing continues to drag on. What a bore. Then that whole thing with Kim and Kanye happened. I mean, really. That girl in the video didn't even look like me. As if!
So, I decided that the best thing for me to do was take a break from everything, including social media and just concentrate on me for a while.
Besides, I had an album to work on. Those songs about Calvin and Tom ain't gonna write themselves, you know.
Wait a sec.
Album? Kanye? Calvin?
Oh darn. I've gone and mixed myself up with Taylor Swift again.
I hate it when that happens.
Seriously, I'm okay. I didn't mean to make anyone worry. You're all just too kind and too sweet. I'll have more to say in a bit.
Wednesday, March 08, 2017
Continuing
Some of the bigger freebies this time around. Smalls tomorrow. You'll have to forgive the pics. Everything is all at the booth. I'm pressed for time. No time to stage. Or even take decent shots.
I have been out of windows FOREVER, so finding them has been a real priority for me. They were pretty scarce this set out. I was beginning to despair over the situation when I found five. They're all single pane and the same size. This one was the only one with any hardware.
Bird cage and small vintage wooden chest from the store haul. The top to the chest is off the hinges, but I love it anyway.
Fun yellow wicker chest I found in a construction dumpster.
Yellow crate that I almost had to fight someone over. I was there first, dammit!
Odd blue wooden box that I found last Saturday in a junk pile while we were on our way to lunch. It's got outlets on it and a wire coming out of it, making it too intriguing to pass up. Any wooden item that is this shade of blue seems to sell for me.
Poor Emma! Someone set her stool on the curb in a pile of junk. Judging by the cobwebs that were on it, she hadn't used it in a while. This is a really nice paint job, by the way. Whoever did it remembered to seal it or wax it or whatever. it was so filthy that it was almost black from grime, but it cleaned right up really easily with no loss of color.
Handmade yard stuff, barn red even!
Small, handmade wooden media shelf--really solid. From the store stash.
Small round table. It looks like it was made from a cable spool, but it's not. It was manufactured that way. Definitely a project for some talented soul.
It's covered in band stickers and graffiti about Courtney and Kyle and their undying love. I blacked out the last names just in case someone might recognize them.
This cute little table came from three houses down.
C'mon! Who doesn't need a painting of one gigantic strawberry? From the store haul.
The one lone shutter I found this time around. In front of it are tools and ski poles from the store haul. Of course, I would grab the ski poles.
Somehow we ended up on the same street as two scrapper trucks, but were in front of them, so I got these cool metal garden chairs. They are seriously sturdy and high quality. There was a matching table that was way too large for Mazda, so I had to leave it for the scrappers.
The gas can is from Belknap, a now-defunct, hardware and tool company that was based in Louisville. Their stuff is very popular with collectors in these parts. I love selling stuff with local ties.
Still more to come tomorrow.
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| Hauling it all in by the cartload! |
I have been out of windows FOREVER, so finding them has been a real priority for me. They were pretty scarce this set out. I was beginning to despair over the situation when I found five. They're all single pane and the same size. This one was the only one with any hardware.
Bird cage and small vintage wooden chest from the store haul. The top to the chest is off the hinges, but I love it anyway.
Fun yellow wicker chest I found in a construction dumpster.
Yellow crate that I almost had to fight someone over. I was there first, dammit!
Odd blue wooden box that I found last Saturday in a junk pile while we were on our way to lunch. It's got outlets on it and a wire coming out of it, making it too intriguing to pass up. Any wooden item that is this shade of blue seems to sell for me.
Poor Emma! Someone set her stool on the curb in a pile of junk. Judging by the cobwebs that were on it, she hadn't used it in a while. This is a really nice paint job, by the way. Whoever did it remembered to seal it or wax it or whatever. it was so filthy that it was almost black from grime, but it cleaned right up really easily with no loss of color.
Handmade yard stuff, barn red even!
Small, handmade wooden media shelf--really solid. From the store stash.
Small round table. It looks like it was made from a cable spool, but it's not. It was manufactured that way. Definitely a project for some talented soul.
It's covered in band stickers and graffiti about Courtney and Kyle and their undying love. I blacked out the last names just in case someone might recognize them.
This cute little table came from three houses down.
C'mon! Who doesn't need a painting of one gigantic strawberry? From the store haul.
The one lone shutter I found this time around. In front of it are tools and ski poles from the store haul. Of course, I would grab the ski poles.
Somehow we ended up on the same street as two scrapper trucks, but were in front of them, so I got these cool metal garden chairs. They are seriously sturdy and high quality. There was a matching table that was way too large for Mazda, so I had to leave it for the scrappers.
The gas can is from Belknap, a now-defunct, hardware and tool company that was based in Louisville. Their stuff is very popular with collectors in these parts. I love selling stuff with local ties.
Still more to come tomorrow.
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