Big Eyed Love:

Even though I’ve been away working I’ve been thinking of you. While cruising the aisles of Goodwill I discovered a treasure, a big eyed treasure. Margaret Keane was the queen of big eyed children portraits but many other artists followed her keane eye like the artist, Eden. It’s a cheap knock off lithograph mounted on cardboard without a signature but a true original nonetheless.

So what should I do with it?

Put it in the magic attic and let it languish?

Or should I give it away to one of you, my faithful readers?

Tell me why you deserve this little ballerina in 500 words or less and it could be yours. I’ll choose a winning essay and the lucky recipient will be the proud owner of this big eyed ballerina. If anything please tell me what horrible death she should receive?

Magic Show and Tell Attic:

While I have a few days off I’ve been rummaging around my attic in an effort to tidy up the place a bit. The weather has been so crisp and clear lately that it makes the effort that much more pleasurable. Not that it’s a pleasure spending a gorgeous day up in dim dark attic filled with scary things but the alternative is much more deadly. For about nine months out of the year you can hardly venture into that space as the temperatures hover around 107 degrees making the ideal steam room/sweat lodge conditions. Spend an afternoon up there and you’ll drop a couple pounds.

Anyway I keep unearthing treasure that I’ve long since forgotten like taxidermy. I lost count but I must have about five or six deer heads laying about the place. I have found several large boxes of matches; I mean thousands upon thousands of matches, numerous bowls and jugs of marbles, and little statues and figurines, oh and some really terrific boxes of vintage porn. I’ve scanned a couple images of the marbles, matches, and porn (back before the internets rendered magazine porn obsolete and valuable, relax it’s soft porn nothing to wild for blogger) for you guys to enjoy…I’ll keep sharing junk as I find it and document it.

Just so none of you get the wrong idea that I’m a hoarder of which I am but I’m keeping most of my collections warehoused until a later date when the rest of my house is completed or finished or restored or something like that. Also it’s like investing if I buy something for a few pennies today then a few years from now it’ll be worth a few dollars…get it. It’s always been a fast rule of my collecting habits that if I like it then chances are that somebody else will like it too and pay for it.

Oh and if you haven’t heard from me in a week or so it’s because I tripped inside one of the little trails and the mountainous piles of junk have caved in and smothered me. So call out for the authorities before spring and the heat makes my body start to decompose and smell up the place.

So here’s some more Show and Tell…
























Some random matchbook covers. I particularly like the Walt Disney Contemporary Resort and the 7-up ones. The 7-up's are all about mixing 7-up with liquors like rye.
























My marbles.
























This is a lid to a sweet little art deco trinket box with a hot Roman soldier relief.






















The charm of 1980’s real man porn, I miss the savage eighties Tarzan big hair loincloth look.























Gerrrrrrrraldo! I used to have such a big crush on Geraldo, pre Al Capone’s Vault, after Al Capone’s Vault not so much.