Never, ever overlook the "Free" bin at a garage sale. I'm preaching to the choir here, because I, yes I, queen junker extrordinaire, overlooked the end of the driveway in pursuit of the costly goods inside. My keen garage-saler, sister-in-law, scooped up this very stinky pile of cheap entertainment. Oh, we do have fun together at the small-town sales over Labor Day weekend!
The men in the family were the happy recipients of these treasures:
Let's just say they were the hottest read of the weekend!
The musty, basement-y smell was definitely not the attraction. Maybe it was the front covers...
The contents were a jam-packed mix of DIY articles, history in-the-making, classified ads, and a trove of mechanical know-how.
Check out the last photo of the little girl. It shows how to cut your child's bangs straight by using scotch tape! Nowadays that would be a sponsored ad.
We had a good discussion about what would happen if we mailed in some of the tear-out postcards. Would we get any type of response?
And then Mr. Fix-it decided to google the name of this advertised alcoholic beverage...
and found out it was produced in our own home-town of Maple Plain. Anyone ever partake of this refreshment?
And when was the last time you saw an ad for a cigarette? Check out the back of the magazines...
Sure doesn't look like the publicity I've seen on T.V. lately about cigarettes!
Big Boy was home today for less than 24 hours and spied the stack on the kitchen counter. He opened the pages to these layouts:
I told him he should probably borrow the stack for a little while and enjoy some vintage reading.
My favorite ad was of course...
Yes, I am missing...a vintage pickup in my life!
I want Mr. Fix-it and I to be able to pack a wicker picnic basket full of vintage plasic picnicware and drive this beautiful baby to a remote, beautiful Minnesota lakeside...but I wouldn't mind adding the word "Chevrolet" to the tailgate;)
There's so much fun to be had in treasure piles at the end of people's driveways, aren't there?
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