Here's what I didn't buy at Value Village yesterday, but I could have:Ivy leaf mixing bowl without a maker's mark on the bottom. I want to buzz in with Hazel Atlas, but I'm all "Hazel Atlas this, Hazel Atlas that" this week. Two months ago, I didn't even know what Hazel Atlas was.
The price stickers were covering the maker's mark. I want to say Fire King. Feel free to buzz in on the Crockery Quiz Show. You can steal this from me. I love the butterscotch sheen of these bowls. They remind me of my childhood.
Pretty Remington Ten Forty typewriter.Stepford wife-era fondu kit in avocado green with "crazy" daisies. Time for a key party - not!
Speaking of seventies, they were playing Steely Dan's "Peg" while I was in there. Suddenly, memories came flooding back. There I am sitting in the back of our large, wood-paneled Chevy station wagon crammed in with my brother and sisters. All of us girls have pigtails with those fuzzy ribbons tied at the end. My dad has sideburns and my brother is wearing North Star sneakers. Mom's wearing a sun dress and straw sun hat. None of us are wearing seatbelts. Dad cranks the radio dial and this song comes on.
Ahh, those were the days. P.S. It's good to wear a seatbelt these days. Just thought I'd throw that in.