Tag Archives: vinyl

The search continues.

August 12, 2022 Rivergirl 19 Comments

The husband and I hit another antique store yesterday, but failed to find any appropriate vintage beer or whisky crates for my vinyl collection. (okay, I did see a Budweiser crate but even I have standards)

I’m afraid the search is proving fruitful in only one aspect.

And that’s enlarging the number of albums I need to house in the first place. But I was happy to find 13 of the same records I lost decades ago. A few covers are in rough shape, but for $2 each I won’t complain.

And lest you think the husband came home empty handed, he found a treasure for the man cave as well.

A wood bound mixed drink recipe book from 1941.

It’s a hoot and has some interesting drawings.

As with anything the husband purchases, he always tells me to look it up and see if he paid too much.

This was the first listing I saw.

Yikes! I was impressed he only paid $15 until I saw a bunch of others ranging from $20-100.

Good luck wdan1351. If you manage to sell it for that price? Please let me know.

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In which we discover how truly anal I am.

July 18, 2022 Rivergirl 38 Comments

I have a large collection of vintage vinyl albums. It used to number close to 800, but I made the mistake of storing a large portion of them in my MIL’s attic years ago between moves and a leaky roof cut my collection in half. Today, after culling… it’s slightly over 350, and though they’ve been housed in plastic crates for the past 20 years, I recently decided they should be relocated to the man cave in vintage wooden beer or whiskey crates.

Did I mention my albums are organized alphabetically?

The Dewar’s scotch crate that I liberated from the husband’s stash (because if he’s not going to give it to the pub, he can give it to me) has A-B.

When I pick up a few replacements here and there at flea markets?

Adjustments must be made.

Pickwick Ale?

C, D, E and F.

Those were the only two alcohol related crates my husband had in his ~~crap~~ treasure filled cellar, so I guess I’ll have to go antique shopping for G through Z.

😉

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Random thoughts and a little something for the Huntress.

April 3, 2022 Rivergirl 37 Comments

I’ve been thinking of gathering up my vinyl and moving the collection out to the man cave. Back in the day I had over a thousand. But in between moving houses in the 90’s, I stored 2/3’s of them in my MIL’s attic. Big mistake. Huge! When I went back to retrieve them a few months later, they were gone. All of them. Poof! Disappeared. When I cried foul and said what the hell, his mother denied I had ever left them there… which means she gave, or worse sold them to someone. I learned my lesson and never left anything there again, but it hurt. Decades of music and memories, gone.

I’m not that grey, but yeah… that could be me. So now I haunt antique stores and flea markets looking to replace all the albums I lost.

And speaking of salad dressing, (worst segue ever) have you tried this yet? I’m not a big vinaigrette fan because I generally hate vinegar… but this is fabulous. If you see it, give it a go.

Seeing the announcement for these awards made my mind go to all the “tools” in politics these days. They’re much more deserving of being called the biggest tool than any screwdriver or drill bit I’ve ever seen.

This final picture is for The Huntress who will be starting a new job soon. I saw the pins and immediately thought of her.

Please try not to stab anyone on your first day.

😉

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The treasure, or useless crap depending on your point of view.

March 3, 2022 Rivergirl 45 Comments

After a verrrrry long day at the antique mall from Hell my husband came home with relatively little in the way of treasure.

I was all for buying an antique wall phone to hang in the man cave and a vintage steamer trunk to use as a coffee table, but no. He wanted none of that.

His final purchases?

An old wooden egg crate. Do we have egg laying chickens? No.

Moving on…

The seven pieces of ephemera it took him two and a half hours to find.

Did we need this classically decorated snake oil salesman’s card that claims to cure cholera?

I think not, but we own it anyway.

Since my barn phone and steamer trunk were vetoed, I only came home with a handful of vinyl.

Though one of my selections has a specific purpose.

My husband went to Woodstock. The largest, greatest rock and roll event in history… he was there on day one.

For about half an hour. He walked around, didn’t like what he saw, and left. (If I had known this before we got married, it would have been a deal breaker.)

So because he turned his back on that once in a lifetime experience …. and kept me in that often cold and dark chicken barn antique mall all damned day…. I bought the original Woodstock album and will force him to listen to it. Over and over again, while I slaughter him in Scrabble.

It only seems fair.

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The sign of a disorganized mind?

January 25, 2022 Rivergirl 35 Comments

My husband started working from home in March of 2020, you know… the year when life as we knew it ended. This means he took over my (always neat, clean and organized) office.

The husband?

Not so neat, clean and organized.

In case you didn’t know, he is the King of Post Its.

Files? Who needs ‘em when you have open wall space.

The overflow covered my printer…

And the top of my A through F collection of vinyl.

Yes, my old record albums are crated alphabetically.

I told you I was organized.

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Let’s play.

December 2, 2021 Rivergirl 44 Comments

Yes, we’re still doing these.

The easy answer is dust bunnies, but let’s actually take a look. I’ve been known to use the space under our bed for storage so there’s no telling what we’ll find.

As of today, there are two things. A box of extra dishes….

Because #1 – you can never have too many dishes. And #2 – when the current pattern you’re using hits the sale rack, you stock up.

The other item crammed under our bed is a turntable used to convert vinyl into MP3 files. The husband bought it for my birthday a while back because I have a massive album collection. He also bought me the iPod that holds 35,000 plus songs…. so I spent countless hours ( read days, weeks, months ) playing and converting the obscure music of my youth.

Moon Martin? Check!

The Flying Burrito Bothers? Sure.

And man, did I love me some Del Fuegos.

So fess up, what’s under your bed?

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Miscellaneous minutiae.

February 23, 2021 Rivergirl 36 Comments

Required picture of new family member Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

And yes, I have to report that Ball Wash is back.

And speaking of hanging, the other day the husband and I were out in the barn and I wanted to play an album. This is not as easy as you might think…. considering the husband put the stereo as close to the ceiling as humanly possible.