We're down-sizing. Call it culling. Trying to be ruthless. That said, I got a little crazy Tuesday when I once again stumbled over a monster "thing" that had been sitting in our garage for more than 30 years. "It's a dehydrator," my DH had said as he rolled it up our driveway. "We can do fruit in it!" I was a tad excited, as that was in our hippie/Foxfire days. 1973 - when we drove a VW bus and wore each other's jeans. (Bill has lost a lot of weight since then. -)) Besides, we'd just been to Charleston where we'd eaten the divine delicacy Peach Leather. You get the picture.
We still have our Foxfire books and the VW bus was sold to the kid next door. But IT the monster had to go. I thought IT just looked heavy. As it turns out, IT weighed at least 100 pounds. Both of us struggled to get it onto a flimsy hand-truck before my DH took the extra precaution of tying it down. When placed on the curb, IT attracted a lot of attention. Our neighbor David thought it was a safe and asked, "Where did you get the damn thing?"
I'd asked my DH to photograph IT, but hadn't looked at the pix. Later that night, I wondered aloud if I could get the name plate off the door, 'cuz I like that kind of stuff, "No" said my DH. "It is riveted on." "Well what if I just take the door off?" "No!" I was plotting by that time. "Are the racks cool? I wonder if they could be used for surface design?" "No. They're just plain old racks. Besides, the idea is to get rid of stuff, not haul it back in." That statement should have been my biggest clue.
My plan was to go outside after my DH was in bed and check the "plain old racks" for myself. But it was chilly and misty and I was already in my nightie. By the next morning, IT was gone!
Go with your gut, folks. Don't stay inside in your nightie. But if you see IT sitting on someone else's curb, grab the racks! Then try to get the polka dot panels off!
These classics remain in our collection: