Yesterday we went to a flea market, which is always filled with equal part awesomeness and creepiness and a fair amount of people who maybe shouldn’t be allowed to park their own cars.
But my favorite part of the day was when I came across this box being sold by a very sweet older couple:
It was a little bizarre to find an antique vibrator box, but even more unsettling was that the lady at the booth told me that the contents were still “intact and pristine, considering the age.” And then I opened the box and found this:
And I stared at it and said, “Wow. We’ve come a long way, I guess? I mean, I don’t even understand how this would work,” and the woman said, “Well, these are just the attachments to the vibrator, obviously” and I was like “Well, obviously” and then she clarified that they would have been used with older “Domestic Vibrator” and I admitted that I didn’t even know there were commercial models available and she looked at me strangely and then her partner cleared his throat and said “The Domestic Vibrator was a brand of sewing machine in the 1900’s” and the woman looked at her partner like, “Well, of course it was. Why are you even clarifying this?” And then I nodded like I’d known this all along.
And I was relieved.
And a little bit disappointed.
And in other news, it’s Sunday, which means its time for the weekly wrap-up:
What you missed in my shop (Named “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
What you missed on the internets:
- Hunter S. Thomcat’s newest sleeping spot. In his defense, it is bigger on the inside.
- Kick-ass stuff I pinned.
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
- Click on “listen.” It’ll get stuck in your head, but it’s worth it.
- I feel like I’ve shared this before but I’m doing it again because cats.
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