The Crazy Suburban Mom: 2009-08-30

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Monday, September 7, 2009

Monday Estate Sale Finds

These kitchen towels were an estate sale find. All were part of an end of the sale - Stuff all you can in a bag and we'll give you a price, type thing. These and many other things cost me $5 that day.

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They were trying to move what didn't sell. And there was SO much left. I feel sad when I go to sales advertised as 'Digger's Delights'. It's a great place for amazing finds and I know it's silly, but if you go to sales you know how people can be... rooting through things like crazy! Stepping over each other - and stuff - trying to get to everything first. Tossing to the floor what they consider trash.

Like these beautiful linen towel which must be decades old...

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I've come away from these sales with a few promises to myself. First, the things I get for myself I will treasure. And second, anything I can't keep or don't end up needing I will pass along to other people so I don't end up filling my home with stuff.

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I was going to sell these but I really love them and once I started using them I noticed that they worked much better than anything I'd bought new. New towels aren't absorbent, I already knew that... I guess I didn't really know towels could be until I started using the old ones. Silly me, right?

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This was in the bag too. I don't know if I will keep it or sell it or give it away. But it seemed too lovely to end up in a landfill somewhere.

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I don't really know what it is, it's too big for a hankie, too small for
a place mat. But it was lovingly made and deserved a home.

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I've done counted cross stitch before and all I can say is, Whoa!

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Migraine Alert.

The next thing I found at a charity thrift shop. When I first saw this for five dollars I thought it was Syracuse China. It's a good price although perhaps I could have done better had I found it elsewhere...At charity shops I just pay, they are doing good work. The platter is marked, Jackson Custom China, Falls Creek, PA, USA

green platter back mark

It's large, but I have to find my tape measure to know exactly how large. It could fit a decent sized turkey - Not a Chernobyl-sized bird - but a decent one.

green restaurant ware platter

And the green is just lovely.

green platter

Shiny like it was new

vintage green platter


With a delicacy of design, lacking in a lot of what I see new...

It's in amazing shape. I hear you can put these in the oven? Is that true.

And a second platter, a bit bigger than the first, back marked...

blue platter

Scammell's Trenton China
Barth Equipment (something I can't read)
New York City for
Harry M. Stevens Inc.
Caterers

Same thrift shop for $10

blue platter


And the pattern is lovely...

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I'm not sure how much of this I'm keeping (although probably most). But all of it is worthy of a home.

I'm playing along with Southern Hospitality's
Labor Weekend Sales and Finds.
If you like my post she's linked to tons of them!

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Friday, September 4, 2009

Dude, your mom's bangin'

Next week my kid starts his luthier apprenticeship. I talked about it in last week's weekly weight watcher update here. It's not close enough for him to live at home and I'm having a tough time of it.

Ma, you have to let go.

Anyway.

Yesterday we took a trip to the guitar school to sign stuff and pick up a tool list so today he can order a bunch of guitar related paraphernalia. We've been to the school a few times, but not recently.

We made good time on the drive, exchanged guitar-related pleasantries on arrival - Well, they did, I wouldn't know a guitar-related pleasantry from a corn on the cob - And commenced guitar-related conflabbing. Head Guitar Repair Dude goes over tools and contracts and logistics. Strings, frets, whatevs. Out of nowhere Head Guitar Repair Dude says, Did you get your hair cut? And my kid says, Yeah. Head Guitar Repair Dude is all, Not you, Dude, your mom.

Yeah, I say and he's all, You look totally different. I'm thinking it's the diet, not the hair.

They move on to other stuff. Safety, listening, being on time, and than this, Did you lose like 30 pounds or something? And I go, More like 20.

And he looks at my kid and says, Dude! Your mom's bangin'...

Than we all fist bump to my success. So I'm mad blushing about now because this isn't something that's happened recently and my kid totally reminded me about the blushing later.

More than once
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And they go on about more guitar - I don't know - stuff. And my kid gets the list and they finish talking instruments and tools and more guitar related - I don't know, stuff.

On the way out the guy yells to my kid, See you next Wednesday and Dude, bring back your Mom.

I really enjoyed this because I've not seen this look on my kids face in a really long time.


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That magical mix of horror and What the??

So, okay.

Reality check. While that was lots of fun, I'm nowhere near bangin', but I did appreciate someone noticing my pre-bangin' efforts.

Thanks Mr. Head Guitar Repair Dude. You're the first person to notice.

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Thursday, September 3, 2009

The kitchen table of my dreams...and a few blog tiaras

I read a lot of blogs. I spend more time reading other people's blogs than I do working on my own which is a bit odd, perhaps. I've been thinking about this quite a bit lately and I think I do this for the same reason I read non-fiction instead of fiction; there is so much I wish to learn. So much that interests me.

This post is actually about Fall Nesting, a theme I picked up from The Inspired Room. But stick with me for a minute because that blog got me thinking the blogs I read are as random as my interests so I want to give out a few Blog Tiaras.

blog tiara

A Cat Named Anabel
Because she is an amazing writer and funny, oh! So funny.

Vonlipi's Favorites
Because she has the best Pyrex karma of anyone I know.
Pink, for Pete's sake. She finds pink!

elohssanatahw
Because I never know what she will say, and I love it all.

Dealing in Subterfuges

Because if you love the shows Top Chef and
Project Runway, you will love this blog more.

Okay, now on to my point.
Fall Nesting.

Over at The Inspired Room the talk was of fall nesting and what it means to her; nurturing. I agree and I had a funny experience this week at the A&P. I walked down the produce aisle and was hit in the face by the smell of cinnamon, in a good way. I finally found the stack of scented pine cones it was coming from.

Fall is almost here, I thought.

Yesterday I saw a local estate sale advertised with many high end 50's and 60's items. One item I really want but can't afford. An original Saarinen table and chairs; priced at $3000. I want it because it reminds me of the one my friend's mom had and it was a place I spent a lot of time. A happy place. A place I felt good.

I have a table and chairs, of course. A nice one, a wood one. I never eat there, it's not comfortable. I eat on the sofa. I've been thinking in the last few months that if I had a table and chairs like Diane's mom,I'd eat in the dining room. Than yesterday this sale came up, and I saw the table and the almost chairs (hers were a bit different).

I think nesting is a good theme for the fall -perhaps not just the fall - and in my estate sale forays I should seek out the table and chairs that would a joy to sit at. Make my own home the home of my memories.

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I found this dining set at Sudio 50's ; a site worth checking out. This is the set my friend's mom had; those are the chairs. Although the dream-chairs had atomic aqua seats, Diane's mom did later recover the chairs in a dusty moss. I would need chairs in maybe a gold color?

Someday, perhaps if my retro karma is really good.

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Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Weekly Weight Watchers Visual

My total weight loss so far and the shipping weight of this?

runner

Same.

Which is, um... Wow. Kind of shocking to me.

I've been posting things and some of them seem heavy but rugs? I don't know, rugs really seem heavy to me. Have you ever tried to carry a rolled up rug?

I found that picture and looked up the shipping weight and went, Damn. And than went, Damn, again. And I've pretty much been a-saying, Damn since I looked up the shipping weight on that 2' 7 x 11' 10 Persian Tabriz Runner Rug and it matched my weight loss.

So unless you want to read me say Damn again I'm pretty much tapped out for words.


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Old pictures, memories, thoughts...

The girl who swallowed herself...

Do you suppose there was a time before I was me when I was really me?


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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Retro Tuesday Addiction

retrotuesay stamp

Did you ever see ads like this?

geritol

Geritol was huge in the 60's, and into the 70's, I think.

Iron-poor blood, it was called. Want to see non-refutable lab evidence?


geritol

There was much ado about tired.

Tired ,tired, tired.

I think tired, tired, tired was the 'yadda yadda yadda' of the 60's. There was stuff about always being tired. Waking up tired. Going to bed tired. Feeling tired. Looking tired.

Well, I don't need to type that, it's here in the ad.

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I'm exhausted just reading how tired women were the 60's....

But I wonder...

You know me and my little friend, Google. I can't let those freaky-deaky ads go, I have to find out what was behind those nutty claims.

As the ad says...

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Here's my theory on the pervasive exhaustion.

According the book:
Drugs in America: Sociology, Economics, and Politics
Ansley Hamid, PhD, John Jay College of Criminal Justice

"Many physicians refused to believe woman capable of tolerating minor ailments without the support of drugs. As a result, in 1974 two-thirds of the almost twenty-two million new prescriptions for Valium and thirty-eight million refill prescriptions were written for woman, and seventy-one percent of the over six million new prescriptions and twelve million refill prescriptions for Librium were for woman."

Um, that's 21 million total new prescriptions for those two drugs alone. The number of pills dispensed must have been in the ventigigajillions and it doesn't include prescriptions started before 1974; which must be a tidy stash.

So, what's my point here? Geritol was around forever, as were many products of that ilk. I'm sure it was a fine product but really... Is it any wonder so many woman looked exhausted; were exhausted?
Over 20 million new prescriptions a year were written on these two tranquilizers alone. For some perspective on the numbers- According to the 1970 United States census the counted female population was 104,299,734.

When you account for the years and years of woman already scoring refills by 1974
isn't that more prescriptions for woman than women?

Oy. Now my head hurts from math and ridiculousness so I'm filing today's Retro Tuesday under 'Much Fuster-Cluckery' and taking a shower.
Or maybe a bath? Didn't they do the whole Calgon, take me away thing back than? Was that just code for Bring me my Valium, James?


(* A side note - According to Trends and Patterns of Drug Use - Valium's best year was 1975 with 61. 3 million perscriptions.)

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