So I went back to the sale where I got
this stuff to see if they brought out any more goodies. Uh, yeah. As I was checking out, I asked my new best friend Diana if she had any old wrapping paper. "Yeeesss..." she responds, not really understanding what particular form of insanity would prompt such a question. Down she takes me, into the basement, to the gift wrapping room. I'm like, who the hell are you,
Candy Spelling?
Anywho, here's what I got:
Large stack of fab paper...mostly baby and kid genre.
Vintage stickers. Stacks of them.
Old velvet ribbon (black!) and a little plastic prison....
incarcerating these:
I love Diana. So then I ask: "Do you have any old greeting cards from the same era, I don't even care if they are signed..." She says: "Oh, I threw all those away." I hate Diana.
When we were kids, we always knew when my mom was having her Bridge group over....the tell-tale signs were everywhere. The high shelf booze and ashtrays were brought down, and there was candy. She bought the quality stuff for her friends and always tried to hide it. Sadly for her, there were four of us and it was pretty easy to divide, conquer and devour. Anyway, I'm getting off the subject here. I found these vintage Bridge Tally sets at recent and extraordinarily filthy sale. But I don't care. I love them, especially the windmill themed ones.
As a bonus, they still smell like gin and cigarettes.
