Like injections in the eye, the thought of having a toenail come off is worse than the experience of it.
Such is my experience, anyway, which quite differs from closing a car door on the thumb. That was memorable.
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I, too, happen to have a Sunbeam T9. It’s now on a shelf in the basement utility room. I used it regularly until an unexpected twist of fate dropped a gee-whiz Breville motorized toaster on my kitchen counter. The old Sunbeam’s lever that lowered the bread didn’t always “catch” properly...
My podiatrist trimmed my big toenails back to nearly nothing. Now I apply this anti-fungal stuff daily.
There’s a treatment involving a laser which, according to the podiatrist, is all but certain to do the job. But it runs $800 and insurance doesn’t cover it. I recently saw an ad for a laser...
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You know the kinda cliche adage “Don’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good”?
There’s a reason cliches become that. I don’t ever expect to get the kind of deal you got on that Staub stuff, but if I came across it at five times that price I’d snap it up.
And to think I thought I got a steal on this Danish Copco enamel-on-iron stuff, for which I paid $120 several months ago, as I recall. It’s true vintage, though, and they ain’t making it anymore and haven’t for quite some time. I see pieces from this line come up on eBay at what seem reasonable...
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I can understand how what’s been called “cultural appropriation” might rub the wrong way. Native Americans, for instance, long ago had their fill of the caricatures and pale-faced actors in war paint playing “noble savages.”
Still, though, we associate potatoes with the Irish and the...
In either case, they ought be impounded.
What too few people realize (or even care enough to consider) is that for people who need that space to get out of and back into their wheelchair accessible vehicles, not having it is not a minor inconvenience. Wanna do some grocery shopping? Can’t do it...
I can’t help but think that whatever it is that makes special occasions special gets thoroughly diluted by these increasingly early reminders of them. If it’s the Christmas season for three months prior to the day itself a person has his fill of it long before that day arrives.
It’s little...
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Harkening to the days when luggage told a story. Hotels used to give decals proclaiming the hotel name to guests to attach to their luggage. Free advertising, right?
I’ve posted a photo of the unused Little America decal before. When it came my way it was accompanied by a handwritten note...
Vintage luggage has been brought up from time to time in other threads here.
I have a few pieces myself, none of which I use for travel. Back in the days before wheels on suitcases were ubiquitous, a common bit in comedies was the out-of-towners awkwardly shlepping their luggage through hotel...
Mine is no fine piece if furniture, but I bought it at least a dozen years ago from the original owner, who was one of those guys who wouldn’t have a blade of grass out of place. He had a super-clean ‘67 Vette and a restored old Chevy pickup in his spotless garage.
As I recall, I paid him 60 or...
Yup. I came of age when a manual control — a knob or a switch, say — did but one thing. Even after all these years of living in the digital age I still sometimes struggle with pull-down menus and all that. You know, you gotta tap on this to tap on that to get you where you wish to be.
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Console stereos, the ones in mid-century modern cabinets, are selling for crazy money these days. Buyers want the look, and are willing to pay for it.
I also have a pair of late-‘60s (I think) Wharfdale speakers, which audiophiles tell me are pretty darned good performers, and a pair of...
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