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16 Candles

(Jake’s House – Hallway)
Caroline: (calling from the hallway) Jake? Where are you Jake? (she slides to the floor and sits in the doorway) Jakey, have you stopped loving me?
Jake: (hangs up the phone and goes over to the door) Leave me alone! (slams the door)
(Caroline’s hair has gotten stuck in the door and she can’t get out. She knocks on the door but Jake doesn’t open it.)
Friend1: (to someone unseen) What? I’m sorry, I don’t do that!
Friend2: Yes you do!
Friend1: I know. Come on, let’s go.
(They both laugh.)
Caroline: Trace…you guys, can you help me please? Come on, I’m your Prom Queen. Trace, you guys, I’m serious, come on, I need help.
(The girls go over to Caroline.)
Friend1: What’s the problem?
Caroline: (motions to her hair) Several things.
Friend1: Okay, no problem. (crawls away)
Friend2: Don’t go away, Caroline baby. (follows the other friend.)
(Caroline is still stuck in the door. Her friend has come back with a very large pair of scissors.)
Friend1: You promise you won’t get mad?
Caroline: No, I love you.
Friend1: Okay, close your eyes.
(She very quickly cuts through Caroline’s hair with the scissors, thus freeing her from the door.)
Caroline: I don’t know how to thank you enough.
Friend1: My pleasure.
(They hug)

The Sooners I get out of here...

Ok, round 2 of Oklahoma junkin' and it's been pretty dang good. I know that these people are getting used to me and like because of a couple of reasons:
1. I've been asked to 'ride along' to Target so I could keep them company...but mainly so they could complain about their husband while he's back watching the store.
2. I've been asked to watch the store so they could run down to Sheila's to pick up the toy poodle/mix that has pooped on Sheila's floor and Sheila is UPSET ( I could hear her screaming into the phone).
3. I get hugs. Aww, I do love this.
and 4. They tell me they like that I get all the 'old timey stuff' that doesn't sell out of their way. Funny thing is, every time I come back their 'old timey stuff' has gone up in price. Hmmmm.....tricky people from Oklahoma.

Let's Play Dress Up

Shades of turquoise

Twins

Twin vintage dresses?! No way...but I did find 2 exactly the same. They're so dang cute.

Freddy Fender

Wasted Days n' Wasted Nights. My mom used to sing this song to us so of course I had to splurge (.25 cents) and buy the album.

Will be posting these pearly buttons & a few others on Etsy soon soon soon.

Bag It!

Random bags from the 40's to 70's. Mmm, I love me some original bags. The one laying down (white) is said to be made of out 'gun metal wedding beading'...what does that mean?

Blinded

All these old glasses remind me of my great grandmother Eda Wilamina Boch Price. She used to have stick pins in her apron and if you touched anything that you weren't supposed to she would stick you with that pin and tell you, "It bites." I wonder what she would think of the 'Time Out' method we use with children today.

The hat lady

She's not only the hat lady- she's the 'everything vintage lady'. I love her. The walls are lined with hats, the floors are covered with clothes, shoes, bags, scarfs, etc...this place is my heaven.

Hats! Hats! Hats!

Back in Oklahoma and lookie what I found...so many hats from the 1920's that I could just freak. Well, I did freak.

Mother Load

Yes, I hit the mother load. And I can't stop this stoopid grin.
So here's how the story goes: I have been slightly disappointed as I have not been finding as many 50's & 60's numbers as I'd like to for my space at Hog Wild Vintage. I spent the last few days with my husband (he's in wind energy so he's placed in many different rural areas) and shopped at every thrift store within a 100 mile radius. Saturday he had the day off and decided to go with me....I swear this man is my lucky charm. We probably went to 13 or so different shops and the one I wasn't going to go into I decided yuppers, I should stop. I can't even begin to tell you what I saw when I walked into this shop. I almost had Love Overload. There were hundreds of vintage hats lining the walls, vintage shoes piled on vintage bags, piled on vintage ties, piled on vintage EVERYTHING. The ladies name I have to keep a secret a long with the name of the store....I hope you understand. We will call this lady Sammy for the stories sake (but Sammy is really my drunk neighbor who, by the way, has already stopped by the house this morning at 9:00am totally loaded. But when he's loaded I'm always his best friend and gives me my ego biscuits for the week). So, back to the story...Sammy is calling herself the original bag lady and this is no lie. She has been collecting things since she can remember and she is probs in her early 60's. She pulled out tap outfits for children, all the pieces, packed in plastic air-tight bags with the shoes and tights to match ....from the 1920's! She has a whole marching band uniform (and I mean the whole BAND's) from the 60's...she has vintage wedding gowns still in the orginal box! Are you kidding me?! I had to pinch myself. She let me go through 2 of her 5 storage shed/warehouses. It was getting dark so I only had an hour to shop. I pulled 35 gorgeous dresses and 19 shirts all from the 40's, 50's and 60's.
I dreamed of her shops last night.
I have to go back soon to stop this itch.
The feeling of 'mother load' is something every man, woman and child should experience at least one time in their life.
Now, I have lots of sorting, dry cleaning, button and zipper mending ahead of me today so I best get to it.

Dress + Shoes = happiness. sweet, sweet happiness

oh yes...and paired with the vintage 60's Nieman Marcus olive green pumps with gold bubble buttons on the toe and heel.

I mean please

I mean please. One of my faves...

awww

Oh, this lil' number is so gall darn cute I can't stand it. The part I can't stand is that I can't fit into it. Well, I could if I didn't zip it. So, I could pair it with a great coat and never take the coat off. Oh wait, the sleeves are the best part...so I could wear one of those long vest coats. Yes, and be that lady. Forget it.

This is a Brooch if I've ever seen one

Not just an attachable brooch but a Built-In-Brooch. Oh Yeah!!!!... as the Kool-Aid man would say...

Jackpot!

This sign speaks volumes for the amount of dresses n' random bric a brac I found on this trip. I drove at least 1200 miles this trip but it was so much fun. I got home a few hours ago and had to squeeze the 2 large dogs, Supa' Cooper n' Jacks, and myself out from between vintage TV trays, huge wall hanging of owls (I know, the 18 year olds love owls n mushrooms sooo I pick 'em up when I'm out), light fixtures and endless boxes, sacks and empty coffee cups. I'm so exhausted but I spied a few items on top of one of the sacks and I had to take some photos of them.
Funny stories about how I got them to follow.

Bubble Gum Glass

My fave of the day fo' sho'. They are gold rimmed, heavy bottomed, light blue, Hinduish and make me want to pore a tall stiff one. Roy, from Consignment Yours & Mine in Magnum, Oklahoma told me all about these cups. He said you could get them in washing detergent back in the 60's. Hmmm I wonder...more on Roy and his wife Opal later....but they are my new thrift store BFF's.

Oklahoma!

This week was a good week for treasures, trinkets n' chitter chatter. I am currently in Elk City, Oklahoma and scouring these desolate plains for anything that I think I can sell to Indie rockers, Rockabilly chicks, hipsters, 18 year old fashionistas, and any of those with a taste for unusual, eclectic kitsch.
I started out in Elk City on Tuesday and went to their only thrift store in town properly named Thrift Store. It's located at 401 S Adams Ave for any of you who would like to take a stab at finding something you can't live without. I hunted, dusted, sneezed n' wheezed, and politely pushed my way around this 400 square foot store to find some awwwweeeeesome 60's dresses, one 70's dress with the best horizontal stripes, an old jewelry box with a large eyed girl playing a guitar from her folk music sheet on the front of the box (so cute it makes me squeal a bit), 80's stretch belts, and many other gloroius items!

Ok, now you know about the treasures n' trinkets let's get to the chitter chatter.

Me: up at front cash register which, by the way, it taking foooorrreeevveer because everyone knows everyone and they have to talk about grandbabies, football games and Nancy's kitchen burning partially because she's an avid smoker who threw her butt in the trash and it caught on fire.
Cashier: Not your typical 80 year old thrift store clerk. This one is large and in charge. She sees me coming with my items and says, "Boy, you sure pick out som' ugly stuff.'...as she picks up another piece of chocolate and shoves it into her mouth, which is appropriate because she is wearing a 'chocoholic' t-shirt.
The typical 80 year old clerk behind her gives a replused, "SANDRA!"
Of course Sandra does not care one bit if she's hurt this city girl's feelings or not....so I say, "You know, you wouldn't believe how much some people like this stuff."
Sandra says, "You're right, I wouldn't believe it."

Sweet, sweet thrift store clerk just shut up and eat your chocolate, please.