[ Wednesday, June 11, 2003 ]
I'm a very happy girl. Tickled pink in all the right places.
Went to Mort's today...(local flea market / junk store / if you'll dig it out...you can have it fairly cheap.) Mort, who proudly proclaims his place Wal Mort, has fantastic stuff. If you want to dig through a whole lot of worthless junk & then wipe 20 layers of dirt off found object. I've been prowling this place for years, obsessive hoarder that I am & always, always have gotten great deals on the stuff I like. I've learned how to shop Mort. You find one high-quality item, then choose tons of little things. Mort, the angel that he is, usually just says in his little haggard way..."Ah...give me ten dollars for everything." Sometimes he boosts it up to $20.
Anyway, today I came out of there with a shitload of old spice bottles, a Paul Masson wine bottle ( which will make a perfect vase or toothbrush holder or whatever else I can conjure up), 4 old, old MATCHING spoons, an old biscuit cutter, a Mrs. Smith pie plate, a kick-ass basket & the clincher--a 40-50 year old? sheer, white eyelet-lace dress, the kind that buttons all the way up to the neck, with a dainty little collar & full, full skirt. Of course, it's a size -2, and yes, I mean negative 2. But it is beautiful & such a find. AND, I got all that for $15.00. How great is that man? Now I just need one of those wire dress molds.
I've been collecting since 13. This fascination began with two white ice cream chairs that I purchased for $25. I brought them home, re-bottomed them. Then came the fascination with primitive furniture. I've been on that for quite a few years now. There's is a beauty to aged furniture...to a rich patina. And I think, most of the fascination comes from wondering...how many hands have grazed a certain surface? How many mothers have stocked the cupboards I now own? How many tiny fingers have fumbled with the doors?
A couple weeks ago my grandma gave me her pie safe. I'm the ninth generation to own it. I could probably get 5,000 out of it, easily. But, knowing who made it...that it witnessed my dad growing up, my grandma growing up, me growing up & countless others....I couldn't sell it.
So. It's been a good day.
I drove through town this afternoon. There's this little guy that always stands on the street. He's really pitiful if you don't know him. Crippled, with the meanest looking face I've ever seen. Cusses like a truck driver. Bullshits with the best of them. I used to make up songs & sing them to him...Always inserting his name into the lyrics. He just gets this shit-eating grin & then acts like he can't stand it. Calls me every name under the sun.
Lis & I used to sing The Wanderer to him. We'd always change the lyrics to..." When they ask me which one I love the best, I tear open my shirt & there's Bobby on my chest. And then the 70's song...."Oh, that's the way, uh huh, uh huh, Bob likes it." And of course BRICK HOUSE. "Oh Bob's a brick house. He's mighty, mighty just letting it all hang out." Instead of My Sharona. Yeah, you guessed it...It's Bobarona.
Anyway...yeah. (I got carried away there.) He was walking down the street today & I rolled my window down & whistled at him. His face just lit up before he even turned to see who it was. He knew. He knew.
It tickled me endlessly.
A lot of people make fun of Bob. Shout hateful stuff out their windows as they drive by him. But I'm telling you, I'd go to bat for that boy. Anyday. Anytime. He's won my genuine affection.
Lisa's official due date is June 26th. We're all hoping he'll come on our birthdays. Mine's the 21st. Tammy's is the 26th. Lisa's is the 30th. All in June. I'm predicting that the 14th will be her day though. I think she'll go into labor Fri. night. I could be wrong. But I'm sticking with my predictions. She's already hit her cleaning streak. Took off work early today because she's hurting.
I'm excited. We all are.
"I just don't know what to do with myself" has been in my head for three days straight now.
Addictive. Addictive.
Much love y'all. ( I feel like such a hick tonight. )
~ Rebecca 11:32 PM [+]
