I might have a serious problem. I’ve watched enough episodes of Hoarders Buried Alive to know that what I’m about to tell you could be … well … considered by some to be a medical condition that needs to be treated.
I mean … I think I could stop … if I wanted to … I mean it, I really plan on cutting back. Tomorrow.
I know you are thinking it’s food, that perhaps I’m back on the grilled cheese wagon again – but no … It’s much worse.
I cannot stop collecting vintage treasures. Furniture, phones, dishes, aprons, dresses, earrings … if it smells like your grandma – I want it. It’s the thrill of walking into that thrift store, not ever knowing what dandy delight I might discover!
There is an enticing mystery to every piece that I find. I can’t help but ask myself, ” Who first owned this, what was she like, was she as excited as I am to show off this spiffy bird basket around town?” Yes, I carry this everywhere I go, it’s quite the conversation piece.
Once I bring these babies home, I find the perfect place for each new addition to the family. I adopted these three all from different places, but here next to my stove they will live happily ever after, partners for life – salt & pepper.
A girl can never have too many tea cups, especially when you find the saucer AND the cup together in a matching set … I just had to have them, you understand right? I would’ve been crazy NOT to buy them. It’s not like I’m buying things that don’t work.
Well maybe just a few things, like this mint green radio. It doesn’t work, but I needed it to
sit on top of my new vintage dresser with the Lucite handles. Look at all that detail ! They just don’t make them like that anymore! So I love old things, I’m not hurting anybody … I like to think of it as recycling.
I came close to hitting rock bottom once. There I was right in the middle of a funeral reception when it hit me. A dear friend’s grandmother had passed, and as I stood in the kitchen making small talk with the family I was uncontiously scanning the room taking inventory of all of Grandma’s possessions! JEEPERS CREEPERS! For a second I felt kinda bad … but then I just shook it off, Grandma would’ve like it that I appreciated her style.
This is Grandma’s pink phone … that sits on the dresser … next to the mint green radio, it”s the bee’s knees! (Thank you Grandma Ann!)
So the next time your out driving along, and you spot a Goodwill or Salvation Army. Take a minute to go inside, go treasuring hunting, think of me, I might just be there. I’ll be the gal with a full cart and a flower in her hair. Until then, let’s share a drink. Shopping makes me thirsty.
Chocolate Malted Martini
Handful of crushed Whoppers
1 ½ oz half and half or cream
2 Tablespoons of malted milk powder
1-1/2 oz chocolate vodka
1 oz Godiva chocolate liquor
- Crush the candies in a plastic bag and pour onto a plate.
- Moisten the rim of the glass with vodka and then press the glass into the powdered candy – chill.
- Pour the half and half into a martini shaker with the malted milk powder – shake well until the powder dissolves.
- Fill the shaker half way with ice and pour in the vodka and chocolate liquor.
- Shake well – serve in a chilled martini glass.