Bottle brush trees and Santa's plaid trousers,
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My pal Joan is hosting Vintage Christmas Monday on her fabulous blog Anything Goes Here. Here I am, posting on Sunday. Mom always said it's thoughtful to show up a bit early to a party to help the hostess with any last minute details.
I had a sweatshirt similar to this in the 1970's. I used to wear it while I mowed the lawn. And pretty much all the time, come to think of it. Every once in awhile, I let my mom wash it. All these decades later, I still have a thang for Al Green.
In honor of Vintage Thingies Thursday over at Colorado Lady, here are some shots of the explosion of poultry that happens every November on our mantel.
In 1989, when the Berlin Wall came down, I was working as a TV producer in New York. I so wanted to go and be a witness to it, but the network big cheeses chose another producer named Steve to make the trip. I asked Steve to bring me back a souvenir, and he outdid himself. He brought me back a piece of the wall. An actual piece of the Berlin wall, painted rust and pink and green, a symbol of a country made whole, families reunited and lives intertwined. Today I was scrounging around and found it in my lingerie. Well, not lingerie exactly, but my Hanes Her Ways.