Competitive Garbage Picking, and Why The Hubby Rocks!
So here's the story of the Red Radio Flyer.
Last year, about this time. I had ordered some delivery from my favorite vegan joint. While I was peeking out the window to look out for the delivery guy, I noticed my across the street neighbor lugging out tons of stuff out onto their tree lawn. They must have been cleaning out their garage, 'cause I saw all kinds of awesome stuff.
Bicycles, patio furniture, tons of colorful balls, and a Red Radio Flyer. How great would that wagon look in my house?
Well to me, it looked like they were just loading all that stuff into their van for a camping trip, or a day at the park. The van was parked in the driveway with it's trunk open. So I was too afraid to go over there, and swipe the Radio Flyer. I didn't want to presume anything, and was also a bit afraid of going over to ask if the wagon was "garbage". So I prodded the hubby to go over and find out what their plan for the wagon was.
Well around that time, my food had arrived. So I put my yearning for the Radio Flyer on hold as I paid for my food, and tipped generously.
As I unpacked my lunch, I peeked outside and noticed that the delivery guy was walking across the street towards the neighbors house instead of back to his car. He picked up the wagon!!! AAARRRGGHHH! I sat stewing in anger watching him try to stuff it into the back seat of his car. I began to get a bit hopeful as he fought with it. He couldn't fit it in. HA! It would be mine after all. But my celebration quickly turned to defeat and anger as he jammed it in, slammed the door shut, and sped off. WITH MY WAGON!
NOOOOOO!
Well a year later, the hubby showed up with a Radio Flyer of my very own. Well, really it's his from his childhood. He says he used to tie his dog to it, and make the doggy pull him around.
Now it's holding my shoes. I really don't have a plan for it...yet. But I know it won't hold my shoes forever.
And then there's this...
An Army green, crinkle finish 1949/'50 White Rotary 77. He thought I would like it, and I do!
It's crazy heavy! Unfortunately, it doesn't come in it's original carrying case, and I'm not sure if it actually works. I did however, find a website that sells the original manual for it. Maybe someday I will get it working.
With a cord like that, I'm not going to test it out.
It came with a box stuffed with presser feet, and all kinds of vintage goodies. Perhaps I'll make a necklace.
Thanks for contributing to my budding hoarding problem boo. You always find the best stuff! :)
Last year, about this time. I had ordered some delivery from my favorite vegan joint. While I was peeking out the window to look out for the delivery guy, I noticed my across the street neighbor lugging out tons of stuff out onto their tree lawn. They must have been cleaning out their garage, 'cause I saw all kinds of awesome stuff.
Bicycles, patio furniture, tons of colorful balls, and a Red Radio Flyer. How great would that wagon look in my house?
Well to me, it looked like they were just loading all that stuff into their van for a camping trip, or a day at the park. The van was parked in the driveway with it's trunk open. So I was too afraid to go over there, and swipe the Radio Flyer. I didn't want to presume anything, and was also a bit afraid of going over to ask if the wagon was "garbage". So I prodded the hubby to go over and find out what their plan for the wagon was.
Well around that time, my food had arrived. So I put my yearning for the Radio Flyer on hold as I paid for my food, and tipped generously.
As I unpacked my lunch, I peeked outside and noticed that the delivery guy was walking across the street towards the neighbors house instead of back to his car. He picked up the wagon!!! AAARRRGGHHH! I sat stewing in anger watching him try to stuff it into the back seat of his car. I began to get a bit hopeful as he fought with it. He couldn't fit it in. HA! It would be mine after all. But my celebration quickly turned to defeat and anger as he jammed it in, slammed the door shut, and sped off. WITH MY WAGON!
NOOOOOO!
Well a year later, the hubby showed up with a Radio Flyer of my very own. Well, really it's his from his childhood. He says he used to tie his dog to it, and make the doggy pull him around.
And then there's this...
It came with a box stuffed with presser feet, and all kinds of vintage goodies. Perhaps I'll make a necklace.
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4 comments:
I can totally relate to your Radio Flyer story. Last year our neighbour across the back alley was renovating his house. He took out all the old windows and leaned them up against the fence. I wanted to go over and take a few, but was too shy to ask for them. One afternoon, I was upstairs in my sewing room when I heard an almighty CRASH. He was throwing all those beautiful wooden windows into the back of a truck with garbage. Arrggghhh!
yes a great story....and the radio flyer you ended up has such a better history - seeing that it was you honey's
love your blog and thanks for leaving a comment on the snap so i was able to find it.
just added a new feature on the snap's sidebar "lakewood bloggers" - two questions: 1) are you a lakewood blogger? 2) would you like to be added? thanks!!
mouse (aka minerva or kimy)
too funny rachel. i too have neighbors that keep throwing out windows, however, i keep on forgetting to pick a few up. boo.
minerva. i am currently in lakewood. i would love to be added. thanks :) and yes, i love the history behind the radio flyer that the hubby gave to me. :)
Ooooh, I love old sewing machines! I wish I knew how to use a sewing machine. :o I just sew by hand.
Thanks for the sweet blog comments! You're welcome to hang out anytime. lol :D
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