Weird Science

It's been a weird week, to say the least, which is why I've been slack on posting vintage finds and general bitching about absolutely nothing. I won't go into all the boring details, but I will mention 2 Movie Cliche things that happened that made this past week "just one of those weeks". You know the kind, right? Where everything goes wrong/breaks and/or annoys the hell out of you? And how come my madcap hijinks never end with a hilariously slapstick outcome, a la I Love Lucy? I must be doing it wrong. (I said "doing it". Hey, it's been a while. Cut a gal some slack.)

1.) I have a newly broken window, trashed by a kid playing baseball. How cliche is that?! I thought that kind of hokey "aww, shucks" crap only happens in freaking Mayberry, but no. Wiffle balls really do break big ol' round holes in windows. However, unlike on Leave it to Beaver, it is neither cute nor fun like they make it seem on TV. I didn't once say anything along the lines of "Gee whiz, Billy, you keep hitting like that and the boys in the Big Leagues will be giving you a call! Lemonade and snickerdoodles, anyone?" There is, however, a blue streak of curses still hanging in mid-air over the roof of my house that could bring a tear to a sailor's eye. (Also, a question: Why do sailors get the blame for being notorious curse-word-sayers? Does the rest of the population not also say swears alot? I am not a sailor, the last time I checked. If anyone has the back story, let me know, 'k?) So today I'm stuck driving around to find a place that does does glass replacement, in hopes that it doesn't cost a million doubloons to replace an 11 x 7.5 rectangle of glass to fit in a 60-year-old window frame. Monday rules.

2.) Also in the week of Home Repair Land, I have a newly leaky pipe from the washing machine in the basement that has gone to a "drip...drip...drip" to a much more significant and ill-tempered "I said drip drip, dammit-drip drip". Perhaps it would have been much more cutesy had the pipe exploded and there was soap suds everywhere and there was a cutesy romantic smooch amongst the bubbles and foam and then we'd laugh because we didn't even realise we were soaking wet with a mound of foam on our heads and everyone lived happily ever after, but no. Again, there were many swears to be heard, boxes may have been kicked and phone call to dear ol' Dad, frantic for help to come and fix it all tonight. So screw you, Disney Channel, Parent Trap, and every movie that has a word that rhymes with "Montana" or "Hannah". Your fakey movie endings are bogus.

A few orders of blog-y business:

1.) I'll be posting May's Vintage Giveaway this week, most likely tomorrow, so keep your eye out for it. Or don't. It's monday and I'm in a bad mood already. Yay for this week!

2.) Newly listed and sneak peek vintage picks are also gonna be posted this week as well. It's been waaay too long, so it's time to pick up the vintage fashion end of things again!

2.) Someone sent this to me but has no idea where it came from. Going by the "straat" on the sign, I would imagine this came from some Norwegian-y/German-y/Netherlands-y type country. Talk about generalising about a huge span of countries into one. I could fact check with Google, but ehh. Whatever. I think the Sesame Street Gang pretty much has to become the mascots of The Girl Can't Help It at this point.



"This week is brought to you by the letters "F" and "U".


"Weird Science" by Oingo Boingo.