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Archive for June, 2008My new collectionThis is definitely the start of a new collection…travel memorabilia from the 1960s. I found three items at the Village Store in Clear Lake today and spent a whopping 75 cents on the whole lot. Take a look: A plastic tray featuring the Tower of the Americas at the 1968 Hemisfair in San Antonio.
Tiny plate from the 1964-65 World’s Fair in NYC.
A retro or retro-looking plate featuring “fabulous Las Vegas.”
KittyOur rabbit, Sumi, seems to think he’s a cat.
Famous Artists CourseMy mum and I went thrifting yesterday and found this fantastic set of art/design books at Goodwill for 75 cents apiece. They were published in 1967. Definitely the coolest thing I’ve found in a while. Overheard at Chandler’s in Mason CityCougar #1: I love that Everybody Loves Raymond show. That’s the real world. Cougar #2 & 3: (enthusiastically) Yeah! Notta tumor…yay!I’m not going anywhere yet.
Still lifeI recently joined a still life Flickr group and have been inspired to photograph the little details in everyday life. I guess it’s that whole needing to find simplicity lately. I’ve got some tests tomorrow. Keeping my fingers crossed it turns out okay. I’ve been doing my best not to fret too much…after all, it’s not under any of my control. Just have to see what happens.
Happy Father’s DayI made a Father’s Day card for my dad this year. More fun with vintage First Aid illustrations. Take a peek:
Flood updateThings seem to be looking up around here. Businesses were back up and running yesterday afternoon since the city’s water supply was found to not be contaminated by the flood water. It’s nice to be able to start edging toward normalcy. I’ve been worried about my friends in Southern Iowa. How are you guys holding up? Reality checkLast night I went for a scooter ride for the first time this year. Finally felt up to it (yay!). I was planning to just zoom around the neighborhood a little, start off slow, but I ended up all the way over by East Park. The streets in the Oak Park neighborhood were open. I didn’t want to be yet another annoying gawker, but I really wanted to see how the house we fell in love with and tried to buy last month turned out. It had a red sign posted on the door, which means (according to the Globe Gazette):
Ugh. Such a beautiful little neighborhood. It was terribly sad to see it in such a state of chaos. Enormous piles of ruined household items and furniture lined both sides of the street. The smell was overwhelming. We’ve had a little of the same smell in our house because of the basement, but nothing compared to that. Those poor, poor people. |
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