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Joseph

and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat. He has a robe of many colors, his favorite in the world. He has gotten tomato sauce and other food on it, I’ve washed it many times including today.

I washed it cold and hung it up to dry. It will take me two days to decide next steps on stain removal. I washed it with a shirt of mine that was blood-stained by a teething pup. Now, every time she sees me she does the “happy pee” always on the floor but usually also on my pants and socks and shoes. Our laundry room has been busy.

I think of what thought M gave to that robe my husband loves so much. His mother hand-designed and made it big enough, with long sleeves and a vent in the back so he could move his arms to learn to make pancakes (he did) and it is a beautiful robe. It is his favorite thing, when it is cool, to wear around the house. When it’s hot he just wears underwear and a tee-shirt. Then when someone knocks on the door, the robe comes on.

My crummy French professor down south would have called this Dee-ville. Yes it is, the world where we can take care of the Dream Coat, the Mom who made it and the man who wears it. Cheers! Dee

 

1957 Smith-Corona

It’s the first ever portable electric typewriter. Think of it as a 20 pound laptop without a brain. It was precious to me because my Aunt bought it new and gave it to me for my high school graduation. I was the envy of the dorm. Once I finished my paper I would lend it out. That did cost me ribbons but I never asked for recompense.

Another mid-fifties item recently entered our home, a glass vaporizer with a bakelite top. It has been a key ingredient to keeping the dry air taking over.

A few months ago I bought a gorgeous Necchi sewing machine, also 1950’s with stunning lines. All metal, it was the first sewing machine in the world with zig zag and tons of cams. It has a wonderful loving owner, my mother-in-law. You should see the quilts we have on display that she created or in the case of a 100 year-old quilt from a relative, refurbished. Sellers’ remorse kicked in the other day but the seller says she knows it has a good home. I know it does and if there’s one thing I’ve done to seal my relationship with my husband’s family, this sexy Italian machine is it. Even my husband, her son, loves the machinery but doesn’t see the beauty of design. Ah, well.

I’m beginning to think that buying stuff that’s older than I am is a good thing. Everything plastic that we own breaks or leaks or is inferior to what we can buy that is quality.

On e-Bay my typewriter goes for $6. It’s worth my Aunt’s love and care and many years of memories so I tote it around the country. It is priceless to me. Dee

Older?

Does getting older always mean looking to the past? I don’t. I look to the future but now have and have given antique items.

I will never be the gal with doilies over the sofa, forget even talking about sitting on plastic to protect something one has never enjoyed for forty years.

Several months ago we bought my husband’s mother a 1957 Italian Necche Supernova sewing machine, gorgeous, first zig zag in the world. Now its’ former owner, in pre-spring cleaning, has found more pieces to the puzzle, as if what she gave wasn’t enough.

Live long enough and be good to people and things might come around. Last week I received a gift from my husband, a humidifier. Our few year-old plastic one flaked and started leaking from the electrical outlet, a hazard.

This is a glass bottle (sans stand) with a bakelite top, no screw or base to handle, and it gets hot. I would never hazard it with kids, although my parents had one when I was a kid, not this type or model. It is a danger to children and pets. Our dog Zoe went up to it and immediately decided it was not of interest, so that’s good.

Sometimes all the plastic we manufacture with technonogical upgrades, don’t really make the grade. Spending an hour cleaning a Venta with Q-Tips and hydrogen peroxide is not a good time.

The 1957 sewing machine works for its new owner, M, and now has extra parts and information. The new 1950’s vaporizer works well as I learn the tricks to use it. Kudos to my husband for finding us vintage items that work.

We have some antiques, a few crafted by family. New is not necessarily better. We have newer and ancient quilts, art created by an artist who started at age 80 (my father), and two numbered lithos of Tuscany that I spent $150 to frame and it was worth it, from a consignment store ten years ago. It was $4 for the pair of lithos.

I’ve been married a long while and always invite singles because I was one and was dismissed. People get married and want sets of furniture and everything. If you’re smart, young people, take what your parents give you from theirs and their parents and make good use of it. Even the pictures will give you years of joy, comfort and solace. It’s called being eclectic. Perhaps eccentric if you push the boundaries.

My husband says many homes and sites must be torn down. I am more of the restore category of home improvement. No plans for demo and reconstruction of any new property now. We’re going day to day and hope that everything works out. We’re older, too, and think we’re designed to be elegant, useful and live somewhere together, of course. Dee