The one upside about living in a neighborhood filled with retirees and elderly?
They have fabulous stuff
they don’t do the internets much.
They don’t know that this bad boy could have yielded an easy $100 on the ebay.
Imagine my shock when I laid my eyes on this vintage beauty from the 1950s.
Pristine condition despite the old lady soap smell emanating from the satin interior.
“$2,” says the lady with a thick German accent.
Tears well up in my eyes, “I love you.”
Imagine the potential.
A stow-away office.
Perhaps, dare I say, travel in style?
Back to the city of Angels to take a breather from the 24-7 job of motherhood?
Pitter-pat goes my heart.
Move over lunchbox collection from the 80s. I have a newfound addiction.
Now, to look for airfare and a daydream of a meal without this:
I’m still pinching myself in awe of my $2 steal.
I mean what on earth can you get for that cheap these days???
I just kissed her and named her Hilda after my clueless German neighbor.