I haven't posted in a week. Terrible. I'm tragically lazy and I spent the end of last week planning for a yard sale and I've been spending the beginning of this week thinking about considering to start planning to eventually, somehow, someday, do something with the stuff that didn't sell. One cool part about emptying my storage facility, though, was finding a few things I thought I had rid myself of years ago. See, I'm terrified that I'm slowly becoming a hoarder, so to prove to myself that I am not, I impulsively chuck things I end up crying myself to sleep over at a later date. These are some things that escaped my neurotic bullshit:
Pink polyester in 1960's dream form. Chock full of pink and clear crystals. I bought this from a thrift store when I was in high school and I thought I had given it away to a friend. Thank gawd, I'm not that generous.
Not vintage, but it will be someday. I LOVE this faux leopard coat. I totally plan on getting into body building so I'll have the strength to wear it again. This thing weighs a ton.
Oh, how I love this little seafoam green radio. Totally early 60's and works like a dream. It only gets AM radio but that is fine by me. Why does music sound better coming out of a 50 year old radio? Answer: Magic.
I love this circa 1930 cookbook if only for the illustrations alone. I think it was sponsored by Crisco because every recipe contains it as an ingredient. One of these days, I'm going to make something out of it while wearing t-straps and finger waves and singing "All That Jazz."
You know what I love about this cookbook. It has instructions on dress for the "help." Holy shit. If there is one thing that a classy broad needs, it's help.
I picked this little beauty up from the flea market about 10 years ago. People either love it or they hate it with the intensity of 1,000 white hot suns. Guess which category I fall into.
A closeup. It doesn't get any classier than Botticelli Primavera. Who says a classy broad can't appreciate fine art.
Now what am I going to do with this bitch? Other than love it? When I finally get my swingin' retro kitchen, I think I'm going to make a vignette and put this on display. It's too cute. Why don't they package kitchen sponges like this anymore? Because they're lame, that's why.
This guy isn't vintage. Nor was he forgotten. But I couldn't help posting a picture of my panther, Bob. He's making me an offer I can't refuse on my old washing machine. Claws and rabbit-kicks may possibly be involved.
So that was my weekend. Ridding myself of junk and sneaking this stuff back into my house. Now I have to get busy, clean up and call Goodwill for a pickup and paint my nails cotton candy pink while wearing my leopard fur coat.
Priorities. I have them.