Holly Hobbie has always had a soft spot in my heart. I don't purposely look for her when I am thrifting but more times than not I will find myself handing over pocket change for a bit of her quaint nostalgia. I found this trash bin at an old farm estate sale that literally had seven barns full of manly rusted out what-not and a teeny tiny house with mostly goose figurines. Which by the way a woman bought every single one while I was there. And not to be mean or anything but who would pass up this HH trash bin for a gazillion 1990's geese? Oh, the insanity!
Anyhow on my way out of barn #7 I saw a corner of stacked boxes marked "magazines". This makes me happy! Lots of magazine's, books, and kids workbooks from the 50-60's. If you are ever sitting in a train station, airport, Dr's waiting room and smell an old musty cellar kind of smell, it is probably me reading an old magazine. I have been doing this for years. Is this weird? I'm trying to think if I saw someone reading a an antiquated copy of "The Farmer's Wife" such as this:
Would I think this is strange? Of course not! I would immediately recognize that we are kindred spirits and after digging through my handmade-with-vintage-Holly-Hobbie-fabric bag I would produce this:
And we would giggle over the results. I, of course, was meant for John Boy Walton and would only be laughing with her to be nice.
What a dream boat.
Actually John Boy is okay...he wears his pants up a little too high, how about his Dad? Now he is just about perfect. But wait--is this weird, too???
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What a cute HH trash basket! Love the old magazines and memories of John boy! I bought some Barbies today at Goodwill! I haven't had a Barbie since the 60s...oh my! I was so excited I don't think I got half of what I went to the grocery store for...with Barbies waiting in the car! lol
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