Our study is being painted so we had to move the furniture out. This particular couch is a millions years old chesterfield that used to belong to my parents. I grew up with this couch. Curled up on it to read, tormented my sister on it, watched tellie from it, and apparently played jacks on it.
Here’s what fell out when we moved it:
I’d forgotten I ever played jacks. Now I’m remembering being a wee bit obsessed with the game. But a Marlon Brando in The Wild One badge? Really?
Update: The hair bobble was my sister’s. Sorry, Niki for forgetting to mention that.
I remember those little hair-piggy things from back in the day. They were so complicated to my 5 year old brain. Actually, I’m still not 100% clear on the concept.
yes that Marlon Brando is yours!! but I own the hair bobble – probably fell off during one of your tormenting games
I’m sensing some sibling rivalry here . . . or is it one-ups-womanship.
Gina: Nah, the hair bobble’s definitely Niki’s. I didn’t start to grow my hair long till later.
Haha I know when I’m an adult I’ll look back and find all my Bow Wow and Twilight paraphernalia
Tashiana: Just so you know Marlon Brando was already an old man when I was a kid.
This is quite possibly the best buried treasure ever!
Baby Power Dyke: Ha! My favourite is the bit of couch stuffing. It looks like it’s not that far off re-animating . . .
I feel that the button isn’t getting enough attention. Any idea what it came from?
the button was probably ripped from one of my wee tiny little dresses as justine hung me upside down …
Niki: If you’d just obeyed me in all things, I wouldn’t have had to hold you upside down. Why do little sisters never understand that?
Um, where’s the jack? Am I blind?
Diana: That’s my question also! I’m thinking it’s the blue thing? And so… an Australian version of a jack? Very curious. I think, Justine, that whenever you return to NYC there must be a demo/game night activity thing.
Diana and Julie: Thanks for not making me the first one to say that!