Tag Archives: man cave

Antiquing and some very heavy water.

.

A recent antiquing day trip to search for a final alcoholic crate left me empty handed but did result in a few chuckles.

.

.

Yum.

Not.

.

.

I think I had one very similar to this when I was a kid.

.

.

Bloomers.. complete with reinforced crotch. Who could ask for more?

.

.

I’ve been looking for an old crank phone like this for the man cave. But this one didn’t crank and was missing parts … so for $350, I left it there.

And speaking of the man cave…

.

.

I’ve started to migrate my vinyl out there, though there isn’t enough room in any one spot to line up the crates in a row.

.

.

Guess they’ll have to be scattered here and there.

.

.

And if you’re wondering what’s going on here, it’s the husband breaking his back trying to upend a vintage glass water bottle into the cooler. He’s collected the damn things for years and wants to replace all the plastic containers it came with.

.

.

Prettier, but damn. They’re seriously heavy.

.

Ending our trip with bad beer and a wind up Sasquatch.

.

On our last night in the White Mountains we skipped down the road to a very popular brewery called One Love.

.

.

It was a huge place, and so busy on a Friday night we had to schlepp up the stairs to the second floor bar.

.

.

Sadly One Love brewery doesn’t take their beer very seriously and only had three of their own on tap, all of which were quite disappointing

.

.

They did however make a stellar blood orange cranberry margarita.

.

.

Which I consumed with some amazing lollipop lamb chops so the visit wasn’t a total waste.

Our trip home the next day was uneventful, consumed mostly with me bugging the husband to stop at multiple gift stores so I could purchase a thank you gift for our Lord Dudley Mountcatten cat sitting neighbor.

.

.

In case you’re wondering, this did not make the cut.

Upon returning home I happily put my newly purchased brewery crate into service.

.

.

Four down, probably two more to go. Since my idea for vinyl storage/display containers is proving more difficult to procure than I originally thought, I have culled my collection down to a more reasonable number and now have a rather large stack of never listened to albums in the closet. It was hard to be ruthless, but necessary. I need to get my crates out to the man cave before the husband bogarts all the available floor space.

😉

A classic car drop in.

.

A friend of my husband’s dropped by the man cave last week to say hello, though I think the actual reason for the visit had 4 wheels.

.

.

Behold his new toy, a 1970 something Le Mans Sport convertible.

.

.

This car is cherry. 27,000 original miles and spotless.

.

.

After we oohed and ahhed appropriately there was beer.

.

.

And pool.

.

.

And after a nice visit…

.

.

A shit eating grin of a man who always wanted an antique auto and is quite pleased with his purchase.

.

Finally, I scored.

.

On our drive home from the mountains the other day, I got lucky.

.

.

I finally found a man cave appropriate crate for my albums! No, I’d never heard of Holihan Brewers but neither did I care.

.

.

They existed.

They brewed beer in Massachusetts.

.

.

And that was good enough for me.

Okay, the crate wasn’t in the best of shape….

.

.

But after a lot of elbow grease, scrubbing and oiling…

.

.

It didn’t look half bad.

.

.

And then there were three.

I’ll need at least 3 (probably 4, possibly 5) more.

I wonder if I’ll live that long?

.

Bar treasure.

.

If you know anything about Guinness, you’ll know they had a fabulous ad campaign back in the day.

Their first ad was published in 1794, their first tagline introduced in 1929. In the early 20th century, doctors thought the brew had medicinal properties and promoted strength. Until the 1950’s Irish mothers were told to drink Guinness after giving birth because of its iron content. Guinness is good for you! remained the slogan until a random trip to the circus drew inspiration from the performing zoo animals.

It’s these advertisements that became synonymous with the brand, and this collection of vintage coasters I found at an antique store.

.

.

The perfect addition to the Barn Mahal man cave bar.

.

.

There were even a few Christmas themed ads.

.

.

And if you recognized the famous toucan on the bottom right….

.

.

It might be because our original poster was one of the first things we ever hung in the man cave.

🙂

.

A pool table tune up.

.

The husband came in the house the other day complaining his pool table felt was loose. You know, the extra expensive, special order, professional grade imported fabric he just had to have when we bought the table. Fearing this would be the usual Casa River nightmare… I was pleasantly surprised when after one call to the store of purchase the owner’s son was here to fix the problem the next afternoon. For free.

.

.

Free is always my favorite word and to be honest I never even knew pool tables needed tune ups but apparently it’s quite common.

.

.

And it isn’t a quick fix by any means.

.

.

Rails must be removed, fabric must be loosened and peeled off the slate. The wax seal must be checked and smoothed.

And then tugging begins.

.

.

Which of course the husband had to be in on.

Men. You do love a good tug.

.

.

After a solid two hours of pulling and tugging and securing on this side, and then pulling and tugging and securing on that side, only to repeat the pulling, tugging and securing on the first side etc etc until I would have heaved the whole table out the door, it was done.

.

.

Rails were replaced, stray threads were trimmed, felt was cleaned and no bill was presented. When I asked the young man how long the warranty on the table lasted… he floored me by saying forever. Granted the fabric will only have so many stretches in it, and because ours is thinner than normal felt it won’t last as long… but as far as normal maintenance goes we’re golden.

This happens so infrequently I was at a loss how to respond. So I pressed a big old tip into his hand to show our appreciation.

🙂

.

And now, the treasure.

.

You knew the husband wouldn’t come home empty handed from all those antique stores we visited, right?

It was a banner day for ephemera and since the market is pretty much dead right now, these little gems were only a few dollars for the batch.

.

.

An old Maine prohibition postcard.

.

.

It’s takes 160,000 children to keep me in gin? Thank you boys and girls. River appreciates all your hard work.

.

.

Continuing in the alcohol vein… vintage beer coasters for the man cave.

.

.

So many brews I’ve never even heard of.

.

.

1939 World’s Fair. Very collectible.

.

.

Trade cards. These used to go for $20+ each.

.

.

And because I still haven’t found any crates to house them, another old vinyl record.

.

More antiquing in the Mid Coast.

.

Too many antique stores, too little time. Not to mention money.

.

.

Mantiques? That sounded like trouble…. and as soon as we walked through the door of the large converted barn I feared my checkbook might not survive.

.

.

1939 Rockola Art Deco juke box with unusual pop up speaker? Fabulous! The husband drooled on behalf of the man cave, but I broke his heart and refused to fork over $9,995.00.

.

.

You know it’s not your every day thrift store when you see things like this.

.

.

Embalming pump? That’s a coffee table piece sure to spark scintillating conversations.

.

.

Any ideas what that is…?

.

.

Apparently pumps of all sorts are popular.

.

.

I got a huge kick out of the price tag description on this item.

.

.

Lock the kids in the sweat box. That’ll keep ‘em quiet.

.

.

If a naked blonde doesn’t encourage Junior to save his pennies, nothing will.

Three full floors of amazing items later we almost made it out the door without purchasing anything and then…

.

.

The husband fell in love.

A long conversation with the owner followed. Photos of the Barn Mahal were shared, placement of the item was discussed. Meanwhile, I sought the price tag…

.

.

And while slightly less painful than the first jukebox, it was still a tad more than I planned on spending that day.

Husband eyes were flashing that “I have to own it!” look and yours truly had to do some quick thinking.

A jukebox.

From 1946?

It only played 78’s!

Perry Como, Doris Day, Mitch Miller, Bing Crosby? Not man cave music. Nope. Not even close.

Phew! That was close.

.

Things I like today.

.

The drought is still turning our lawn into sandpaper and killing every living thing I’ve planted… so right now? I’m liking these.

.

.

Though I’ll have to switch ‘something green’ to ‘something brown’. I’ve got plenty of those.

.

.

A duck popping spaceship? I like! Sign me up.

.

.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten? I always like him… though the man cave leather club chairs didn’t like his claws.. at all.

.

.

Oh yes, that’s a tee shirt I definitely like.

.

.

Keith.

If you don’t like him now, no worries. He’ll wait until you do.

.

Repairing a boo boo.

.

There’s always something that needs to be repaired at Casa River, and sometimes that something is the Barn Mahal porch.

.

.

For some reason ( read – crazy Maine weather, massive frost heaves and lack of gutters ) one section of the porch lifted over the years with the result being smashed and then rotted wood under the corner post.

A cousin was called to assist… as there was heavy lifting required and yours truly sucks at that.

.

.

I also suck at not exclaiming WTF! when I go outside to check on the repair progress.

.

.

I doubt that set up was OSHA approved… but it did the job and supported the roof while the post was removed.

.

.

Rotted wood.

.

.

Please note I am not standing on the porch to take pictures.

.

.

Rotted wood replaced….

.

.

Corner post cut and reseated.

.

.

With a hammer, because fine tuning was required.

.

.

And yes, it’s a bit crooked now.

.

.

But my bat was rehung and the roof is still over our heads… so I’m calling it good.

.