Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
3 antique GILT FRAMES, estate finds- $57
I’ve never been able to pass up really nice antique picture frames. Over the years, I’ve bought them from estates, auctions – you name it. All three of these came from an estate in Bartholomew County, Indiana some years ago.
The waitress still works at Pink’s, and she is without doubt his best. She can make an old coot order a side of hash browns (an extra 85¢) even if said old coot doesn’t like hash browns. Therefore, she’s made Pink a lot of money. And, I might say, she’s put together exactly as a truck stop waitress should be. Not only that, but the years have been good to her – physically, that is.
Danged if she didn’t stop cold in her tracks – walked back to me and whispered, “Well, how ‘bout now?” And with that, she turned around, hiked up her dress, and there it was – right where it had been in the wildest of my fantasies. But, that still isn’t the best part.
The best part was the tattoo itself. She must have gone to a big city to have it done. It was like a fine trompe-l'oeil painting. The tattoo featured three beautifully arranged slices of crisp bacon, hot off the griddle. It was so lifelike, I knew if I got close enough I’d hear the sizzle. I involuntarily reached out to touch it, but I was too slow. “No touching,” she said. “Only my boyfriend gets to do that.” Down went the skirt, and whoosh, she was gone – leaving me there in a state of shock, standing in the gravel of Big Helen’s parking lot, leaning against my truck due to a sudden onset of weakness in my knees.