While we were busy painting the house, I got to go through my grams’ stuff!
Don’t worry, it was legit. I had no idea about all these treasures!
Take a look:
We emptied out some drawers to move some furniture and found some jewels! I contemplated hiding them to stop Grams from her lethal leg pats. With a half dozen rings on that can leave a mark.
I emptied out a closet and found some pieces of Grams’ favourite friend (as my aunt calls it), the vacuum cleaner. That there is a collection of fifteen (15!) vacuum attachments.
A whistle. I suspect this was used to corral five children. Or at least the ones that wandered (dad…).
Doilies! The most beautiful and lovely old doilies. Which I promptly stole. Don’t worry, there going to make their way home again. In the big pile was a small rectangular doily that Grams wore as a little one when she lived in the convent. THE CONVENT. How cool is that? When she modeled it it looked as though it still fit her.
But these wre my favourite doilies:
If your wondering where Papa’s old stuff is, you can stop wondering. He has no old stuff, he throws everything out. Is there a word for the opposite of a hoarder?
And her’s what happened on the last day after I painted one of the bedroom doors:
That is what happens when you put latex paint on top of oil based paint without priming first. Damn you paint gods! So naturally we drank a lot of this: