More of the loot I found last week...
Rusty, filthy and fabulous vintage bread box and set of glasses destined to hold chocolate milkshakes. Whipped cream and Maraschino cherries, no extra charge!
2 Frenchy girls in round frames (I can never pass these up), miniature perfume bottles, a cigar box and a lantern. But it's not
just a lantern, of course. It's a bottle
and a music box. The tune it plays is "How Dry I Am". Not kidding.
And the pretty girl on the cigar box loves her smokes so much that she's engraving their initials onto an unsuspecting tree. I smoked a cigar once when I was 19, accompanied by a Bloody Mary and my boyfriend at the time, whose surname was Divine. Not kidding. Perhaps that's a story for another day.
Rusty, filthy and fabulous vintage bread box and set of glasses destined to hold chocolate milkshakes. Whipped cream and Maraschino cherries, no extra charge!
2 Frenchy girls in round frames (I can never pass these up), miniature perfume bottles, a cigar box and a lantern. But it's not just a lantern, of course. It's a bottle and a music box. The tune it plays is "How Dry I Am". Not kidding.
And the pretty girl on the cigar box loves her smokes so much that she's engraving their initials onto an unsuspecting tree. I smoked a cigar once when I was 19, accompanied by a Bloody Mary and my boyfriend at the time, whose surname was Divine. Not kidding. Perhaps that's a story for another day.
