O.K. I know I was
supposed to take you on the second half of the Iron Horse tour, but I have breaking news. While out junking today I saw a sign for a moving sale, I only stopped because I was literally driving right by. It certainly didn't
look promising. You know, gravel driveway, an inexplicable collection of shoes, vacuum cleaners, bikes and fake leather jackets hanging from a chain link fence. See?
But girls, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times: Stop. Get. Out. Of. The. Car.
As I turned the corner around the Arborvitae, there it was.
A vintage windmill...metal...a bit mossy and totally fabulous. Not wanting to seem too eager...I forced myself to paw through old Tupperware, broken china angels and headphones. After a minute, I sauntered over to my beloved, turned to the 2 Russian babushkas sitting on the front porch, and casually asked: "How much for the this?" Babushka #1 says "10 dollars." I pause, then inquire: "Would you take five?"
As babushka #2 is nodding NO, babushka #1 says YES. Into the back of the Dodge it went. I drove directly to the shop, got it out of the van, put it on the sidewalk and hung a price tag on it. I bet my bottom dollar it will be gone within 24 hours.
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.
