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Antique motherload.

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Still in search of that last vintage beer/alcohol crate for my vinyl, the husband and I headed to a massive antique mall in Oxford.

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And I have to say we were blown away. Parts of it had the normal antique mall booths with multiple vendors and then there was this room.

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Which was really more of a museum. Those vintage hand painted sleds were da bomb.

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There were some truly fabulous items.

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With fabulous prices to accompany them. We spent hours just in that one room. And then we moved on..

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My husband probably has a dozen of these old glass water bottles and frames, but that never stops him from looking for number 13.

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I nixed the idea of hanging that on the Barn Mahal door.

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Husband wanted to buy all these Trump dollars and use them to start our next fire, but I couldn’t stand the thought of that man riding all the way home with us even if I knew he’d end up in the ash pile.

To be continued..

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27 thoughts on “Antique motherload.”

  2. There are some real nice Morgan dollars in there with the douche nozzle dollars. Pretty steep, but real nice. Please tell your husband his number one fan says not to call it a man cave. The term is degrading to men like him and me, who are not cavemen, and insulting to you, who have worked hard to make that space so much more than a cave. Can’t wait for the next installment.

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    1. Funny story behind that name. When construction began the building was designated as a storage barn. Bottom floor- motorcycles, lawn mowers, lawn tractor, snowblower, tools etc.
      Top floor- repository for decades worth
      of crap, I mean treasure.
      In other words, his. With no interference or suggestions from yours truly. A man cave sign was hung by the door as warning and I was fine with that. Left him to his giant building and the utter mess he made of the interior.
      Then… Covid. Suddenly massive amounts of money were being spent to convert the bottom floor storage area to an adult playroom. And when the checkbook became involved? So did I. The junk was banished and organization commenced.
      It may have a rugged manly feel and be full of manly photos, awards and toys. But that sign on the porch doesn’t keep me out anymore.
      😉

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      1. My Cathy is one of those uppity, take no shit kind of women, much like you, I’m sure. I have this space for myself and she has her own, too. I try to keep the chaos at bay, largely because the smallest bit of clutter will send her off down the rabbit hole. She doesn’t have this issue because she spends very little time in her room while I spend most of my time in mine. She’s happy with her place but I am never content and the disorder that comes with evolution never ends. You must admit, that’s pretty strong for a weak excuse.

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  4. I love antique malls and like you, could spend all day in one. Still in search of the last liquor crate eh? I hope you find it soon. As for that money, if it wasn’t expensive I’d buy it just to do what your hubs suggested, because honestly that’s all that dude is good for, burning to ash….ugh.

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    2. I am an American and a true patriot. Therefore, I would never wish for that guy to be waterboarded until he begged for the fire. That would be cruel and unusual and that is not our way. As for the pseudo currency, I can think of something else to do with it, but it would be irritating, much like the man himself.

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  7. I fairly often receive donation requests in the mail from the DNC and Democratic politicians, but recently I rec’d one from my GOP clown — I mean, congressman . I trashed it, but if I had that Trump currency, I would’ve sent it to him and suggested what he could do with it (on second thought, why waste a stamp?).

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