Tag Archives: posters

Let’s play.

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Yes, we’re still doing this. Humor me and play along.

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I’ll show you the exact poster I had on my wall as a teenager, but it won’t help you guess my age.

I didn’t have Queen, Micheal Jackson or Blondie.

No….

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I had Humphrey Bogart. Because yes, I was a bit of an odd kid.

I bought the poster at our local five and dime in New Jersey when I was 13, then rolled it up and carried it with me to Maine when I moved at 15.

Hell, I think it was still on the door to my apartment when I married my husband at 20.

Because let’s face it…. Bogey’s brand of cool is timeless.

In searching for a picture to include here, I ran across one for sale on eBay.

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The seller may be asking a hefty sum for an old poster, but they need to check their research. If Bogey was acting in 1970, after he died in 1957?

He deserved another Oscar.

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The transformation has begun.

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The pool table was uncovered, brushed and racked.

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A hat and coat rack was hung by the door.

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And a few vintage WWII propaganda posters from 1943 I’ve been meaning to frame were framed and displayed.

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It was during this time we decided the ugly bracing pole in the middle of the room… which was never supposed to be there but was deemed necessary when we noticed the top floor bounced when we walked on it during the original construction…. needed to be spruced up.

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The (now lovely) wood walls and trimmed windows demanded it.

I expected to blog about the normal nightmare of measuring and cutting and cursing but things went remarkably well.

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Maybe we’re finally getting the hang of it.

So…. the before.

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And the after.

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Please don’t ask why he put my porch barrels on the loveseat. I have no reasonable explanation for that.