I am on a cleaning spree. Selling, freecycling, or donating tons of stuff, so I can live with the hope of seeing my dining room table again. I've actually made a lot of progress, and can see my ebay room's floor again. Amazing, this purging thing.And I'm making money for college tuition for the young 'uns, so it's all good.
But today, I was on the lookout for a couple of peignoirs that are going to Germany. They were in the ebay room, so while I was there, decided to move some other stuff to the NEW ebay storage room. Hanging racks, plastic containers, printer paper boxes for my patterns, and a nice set of drawers for some patterns -- it's a great place.
Except it's packed pretty darn full.
So while I was putting this stuff in there, I took the path of least resistance, and tossed the bags on the foosball table. The foosball table which was bought for Christmas three years ago, and probably hasn't been used in at least a year. And as I plunk these bags down, I felt a pang of impending doom. The vintage is taking over, I thought. Thought of my friend Jen, of Mom's Patterns, who has her own foosball table 'o doom. Well, actually, she calls it her foosball table 'o vintage, but same thing. Her foosball table hasn't been seen in at least a year, I'm told.
Maybe the companies should market these foosball tables as storage. Or maybe there should be a 12 step program for vinties, because any vintie will tell you that simply purchasing a foosball table is a huge red flag, and you'd better start admitting your powerlessness over the vintage.
But man, ain't it pretty? Like this FABULOUS vintage 40s peplum suit pattern, from Jen's store. This is the stuff that vintage dreams are made of. Dig that hat on the left -- and the jewelry -- and the little bag. Nothing to play foosball in, but I can wear it to my meeting, when I stand up and say "hi, I'm Lisa, and I'm a vintage-holic."
And yeah, I featured Jen's stuff yesterday too, but she's my bud, it's her pub night, and I heart her, so fuhgetaboutit. Jen's great. Buy her stuff.
Off to the northern regions for the daddio's 80th birthday, so no posts for a few days. Have a great weekend!
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True story: Before my wife and I married, my 1 bedroom apartment was the ultimate bachelor pad. It had the works: video games galore, PC, sports poster, and a state of the art foosball table with an electronic scoreboard that had fans cheering whenever I scored a goal. Then came June 12, 2004. My wife moved in with me and having no room for a kitchen table because of the foosball goodness, she immediately through a table cloth completely over the foosball table. I think a part of me died that day. Those little men have never been back on the field since she cast that shadow upon them. Let's have a moment of silence for all retired, one legged foosball men everywhere.....
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