Anybody still here? Shit, it's been forever since I've posted. I don't know where to start catching you all up, so I won't. Everything's cool, though. I've been spending my time over on Blip.fm which is so much funomg!
If you like musics, come on over. The family visited Spokane a couple of weeks ago. My parents are getting older, but they're doing fine. We stopped at a huge antique mall on the way which had a lot of stuff, not to mention a FAKE 50's DINER! Kitsch heaven.
This pitcher was so cute. It's hard to tell in the picture, but it had colored polka dots on it and I really wanted it. But it was $30, and I didn't want to spend that much.
I often wonder how African Americans feel when they see these things in antique stores. They're so offensive.
Guys, I really want a jukebox. Badly. This one was awesome and came with the 45s. Alas, way out of my budget.
Scary doll is scary.
I really wish I'd bought this sign.
Why do I always take pictures of mannequins? This gal was dressed in what I think was supposed to be a 40's look, but the scene hair killed it.
I don't know why anyone would want to give this up.
This stall was so full of fucking flamingos, I couldn't fit them all in one frame.
See?
Ok, Star Trek Barbie has no underwear on, and Ken is coming at her with some kind of sex toy, what? Yeah, I'm dirty. Jealous?
brb. Sparkly.
Fake 50's diner. Hottest spot in town.
Jukebox in fake 50's diner. Deceptively awesome, actually evil. It ate my dollar and never played the Little Richard CD I selected. Instead it played Johnny Horton over and over. That's not too bad, but I can only listen to "Battle of New Orleans" so many times before I start to see dead people.
So, how are you? It's sure quiet around here.