Hello.
So maybe I am crazy. Defiinitely nostalgic. I certainly don’t need to take on any further collections in this jumbled headspace but when I stumbled upon a few anodised pieces all at once, it seemed like the thrifting universe was talking to me.
Mixed up? Yes. Delusional even.
It does remind me of my childhood. Those stacking tumblers. Remember them? In a cute little vinyl case with a zipper. I passed up a set not so long ago for $10 because the cups inside where in a terrible, corroded state, then I was filled with that annoying state of mind I always seem to experience. Regret. Not for the things I buy, but for the times I put the WRONG thing down.
Why? It’s just stuff… Isn’t it?
See? A fruit loop
Not so much time later I found a reasonably priced decent condition set of cups, with no case. Arrh! The irony. [Aluminium actually]
So anyway, moving on….
The red Prestige [UK] ice bucket is sold already.
The wine cooler reminds me of my father for some reason. Not that he was into wine at all, [my parents were teetotallers, whatever that means] but there must have been something years ago anodised with this gorgeous shiny blue stripeyness. It says Alf to me. That’s my Dad. Flaming Heck, can you get a funnier name than that? I think not.
There was, of course, in my mid-century decorated family bungalow a set of twin anodised bedside lights clamped onto the veneered parental bedhead. In bronze. There was also a chenille bedspread. And as you may, or may not recall, a fat baby Elvis girl. But thats another story…
So here it is. All out there for all to see. The extent of my psycho-anodising.
Am I cured? Who knows? I’m letting it go, so that’s a good sign, isn’t it?
Til the next session…cheerS
urban rustic 