At one time or another my husband has collected all of the following:
Bottles, playing cards, coins, rusty farm implements, stamps, egg coddlers, antique mitre saws, Life magazines, Coca Cola memorabilia, post cards, baseball bats, radios, toy cars, fishing lures, vintage board games, alabaster eggs, crackle glass, razors, old telephones, fire extinguishers, glass oil jugs, wooden hangers, milk crates, Fenton, mason jars, books, Tinker Toys, sleds, bean pots, grain scales, wooden skis, haying forks, lamp fixtures, cigar boxes, pencil sharpeners, apple peelers, grinding wheels, cast iron skillets, flour sifters, fishing rods, tennis rackets, flashlights and egg beaters.
And no, I’m not exaggerating.
The sad part is, that’s probably not the entire list… but I’m cringing just thinking about it and had to stop. Or slaughter him in his sleep, and who needs that mess on a weeknight.
For the past 35 years if someone was selling it? He was buying it. And as soon as he had one? He wanted more. To which my response was always..
We currently have an apple press, a wooden washing machine, a butter smoothing table, a potato planter and two 5 foot tall wagon wheel frames in our barn.
My answer is –
His answer is –
So when I read there’s now a market for old Kool Aid packets, and they’re selling for hundreds of dollars a piece?
It’s beyond ridiculous.
And if any of you tell my husband?
I will hunt you down and rip your tongue out through your nose.
If the late 80’s and early 90’s are vintage…
What the hell am I?