Written a few days ago. Computer is finally up and running again after a charger fiasco...
So my journey in Connecticut has finally come to a close. I have gone on some amazing adventures with my cousin Devan, I was fortunate enough to be able to spend some quality time with my Auntie Sue going through her Aunt Pipi’s basement. This woman and I for sure share some hoarding tendencies. Auntie Sue assured me I could take anything, so of course I took advantage of this rare opportunity to dig through mounds and mounds of things in search of some antique-y treasures.
Now I shall list for you everything that I walked away with, considering I’m stuck in Friday afternoon traffic on the Jersey Turnpike on the long drive home...
Two great scarves that I will most likely use to tie up my hair… they are kind of old lady in nature, and although that is usually totally my thing, I have not yet committed myself to wearing silk scarves with track suits.
A beautiful antique handkerchief that seems to be from one of her many travels to Europe. I think I may turn it into a pillow.
Some great patterned material. Who even cares what I’m going to do with this? It was just too lovely and quaint to not take.
It started out to be just a black and white flannel long sleeved shirt, but obviously when we found matching bottoms, I realized that this pajama set was a must-have.
Two vintage skirt slips and one full body slip.
A great thin blanket with tiny details that will be perfect for my apartment.
Of course a brassiere from the 60’s, at least.
A makeup puff from the middle of the century from the brand Lushus, which is not even in existence anymore.
Celsuds lingerie detergent- also no longer in existence.
An entire case of copper bobby pins, then costing 29 cents.
Two lovely bobby pins with flower detailing.
Vintage Oil of Olay lotion… still smells the same as today’s… mmm.
Various notes left by Pipi. She was a librarian and catalogued EVERYTHING, including what was in each box and why she bought each thing with the location and dates purchased.
Many, many postcards from around New England- some from friends, others just noted on.
A Wethersfield, Connecticut bicentennial coin. There were three, why they were needed… only Pipi knows.
A Pink N Ink eraser.
A tea steep in the shape of a tea kettle. I'll definitely be using this.
A vintage Beauty Maid tin bobby pin holder. Don’t think I will need this, but this bullet-shaped case is just too cool.
A couple of books: Moni the Goat Boy and Other Short Stories and Perfect Little Cats- complete with stationary. Was this find even in question?
A five year diary. Pipi had about eight of these, completely filled. Each entry started with the day’s weather.
A super cool Sage Allen paper bag.
The December 9, 1980 edition of the Hartford Courant. Front page story: Ex-Beatle Lennon Killed in New York.
An album of beautiful black and white photographs from San Francisco, the Redwood Forest, and other places around California.
A portrait of a Native American girl, to go with my painting of a Native American. My mascot is a Seminole Indian; these were necessary for my apartment.
A sweet fur hat. I don’t think it will be that cold in Tallahassee ever, but looking like a Russian snow princess is something I’ve wanted to become. Real or faux? I’m thinking the latter.
Skinny belts! Eight of them. Love it.
An entire bag of slides from her travels to Europe. I don’t think anyone realizes that one bag was only a fraction of the ones I left behind. Next road trip. I will be making these into a shade and hanging them from my window.
Thirty-four wooden hangers. That saves me a trip to Walmart before school.
Unfortunately, I had to turn down some things. A huge amount of bright orange shag carpeting, for example. A wool army blanket. An entire box of Old Spice men’s deoderant. Twelve bags of bows and fifteen rolls of Christmas wrapping paper.
Left behind: About fifty million slides (exaggeration, but only a slight one). A great old trunk that I will be for sure getting the moment I return.
A great few hours looking into the life of a stranger, I must say.
