Philco radio


While my last blog post may have left you believing we have conquered our urge to pick and packed it away in some of those bins and boxes in the storage unit, that would be a false assumption.  After high-fiving and patting ourselves on the back in celebration of our newfound strength allowing us to leave Summerville empty-handed (which was certainly not an easy thing to do) we headed home to Fort Mill.  The Force was with us and we were going home to declutter our offices so the house could go on the market.  (Did I ever tell you that the Great One wanted to name our first child Force?  Fortunately, I had more sense.)  

Well, we may not be a lot of things, but we are most definitely a great pair of procrastinators.  So after merging onto I-77 and leaving Columbia behind, we decided to swing by Blythewood Consignments just to look, of course.  We had proven that we could do just that earlier in the day and were certain we could do it again.  The Force was with us and we expected no relapses.

According to the store hours posted on the door, we were not going to have to test our resolve for more than a few minutes.  Breathing a sigh of relief we thought we would just say “Hi!” and return another day (after the big move, of course).  However, Liz Humphries, the owner told us to take our time and look to our hearts’ content.  Oh, the treasures she has to offer. 

We were barely in the door, when the Great Randini spied a wooden table top Philco radio/record player and well, our strength and fortitude followed our commitment right out the door.  The Force was not far behind.  Did we really need it?  No.  Have we relocated yet? No.  Would it help us declutter our offices?  Absolutely not.  But did we enjoy buying it?  Oh, yes indeed! 

So we bought one little table top radio/record player.  No big deal, right?  Just one little lapse in self-control.  Then this little set of coasters winked at us.  They knew they had us hooked when we stopped and picked them up to take a better look.  They wouldn’t take up much room, so why not. 

Had we stopped there, it wouldn’t have been so bad, but as we approached the counter to check out, a set of end tables jumped out and blocked our way.  Each table grabbed a hold of one of us and before we knew it, they were in the truck heading to Fort Mill with us.  (What is it about a pair of tables that gets us every time?  I must say they do look nice with our sofa, but I also like the last set we bought.  Maybe I can have monthly table rotation.) 

And that is why we decided we needed a bigger storage unit.  So last weekend, we headed to Charleston and moved our treasures down the hall to a larger unit.  Now the only problem is that there isn’t much room left in this larger unit, so unless we learn to behave ourselves, we’ll soon be moving the contents from this new unit to an even larger unit.  I wonder if they have a 2 bedroom 2 bath unit available?  Aren’t sealed concrete floors easy to maintain?


In our quest to suppress midlife crisis and overcome empty nest syndrome, we find ourselves constantly out searching for ageless treasures.  You know, the things that your parents and grandparents were tasked with protecting by previous generations, handed down to you and intended for you to pass on to your children and grandchildren.  Many times we come across handmade items - the products of many hours of blood sweat and tears.  To see them wind up in garage sales, estate sales, thrift shops, flea markets and malls just breaks my heart.  Somebody poured a lot of love and time into those items and it’s a shame they have fallen out of their family trees, no longer to be cherished by the hands that were meant to hold them.

Last weekend, our GPS decided to take the Great One and his faithful sidekick to Conover, North Carolina or “Kinaver” as she calls it.  Obviously she was never taught a,e,i,o,u and ah,eh,ih,oh,uh by the good nuns.  However, she said, “Remember it you will, when we get there” and she was right.  We first found Ageless Treasures Antique Center back in March on our way home after striking out in Hickory.  It was the highlight of our day then and it ranked up at the top again this time.  

There was so much to see, we found it necessary to divide and conquer.  We were barely in the door when the cutest little pair of southern bell salt and pepper shakers sashayed up to us in their hoopskirts and poured on the southern charm.  Now, who could resist that?  But having only just arrived we weren’t ready to commit until they just happened to mention that they were Made In Occupied Japan.  Well, I don’t have to tell you that they came home with us.

If I was in the market for a Hoosier cabinet, I wouldn’t have come away empty-handed.  They have quite a collection from which to choose.  But our kitchen’s borders are not porous and I can’t figure out a way to fit anything else in there.  Of course, maybe I could get rid of the stove and microwave and put a Hoosier in their place.  Maybe I’ll give some serious thought to that.   

And when was the last time you saw a rocking duck?  It was a first for me.  But the best find of the day was a Philco console radio/phono.  Yes, another one.  But this time, I was the one who insisted on bringing this one home.