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i’m going on an overnight drunk

i kind of think rocky looks like my uncle. just the facial expressions. i think it’s a compliment. my dad took this, go arty dad go!

wild suburban times.

brian epstein moment with my dad, scouting out a new singer from the corner of this dive hole. man dive holes, great scene, not even being as sarcastic as i’m intending to be. i think noel and craig get what i mean.

suburban diet as of late. second time wolfing down deep fried pickles the last couple of weeks. awesome.

fat fuck snack. probably the best garlic cheese bread i’ve had out anywhere aside from the supermarket stuff in the foil bags you throw in the oven. you could tell they soaked the bread in loads of garlic coating before cheesing it up. am i a foodie?

keepin’ it dainty.

so long summer i dunno what it is about this season or what, just turned all on its own without consulting any of us, feels like.

everyone has personal stories about these things.

not as sketchy as it looks, nite time shot taken without flash made to appear like early morning shot which we all know are impossible to deal with at that time of party. there is no excuse for ghost blur face however.

BULLSHIT. who is this chick?

beating guitar hero – suck it rush! that song is impossible, even on easy it just keeps going and going and your right forearm burns like you beat off an entire fucking forest. the trick is to suck as little as possible at the hard parts then give’r completely on the easier areas to make up for the suck. i called my brother to brag that i beat it finally, unlocked a new venue then realised i beat the game. his game (well niece’s really) and he couldn’t believe it. my family is exceptionally competitive.

hey man at least i passed it.

sundays: made for antiquing. i’ve long since been a huge stater that it is the loneliest day of the week. plus everything closes at 5. yeah cool?

nice stance. you have captured the essence of haunted perfectly.

there’s a postcard of this someplace in a book of old xmas postcards i rifled through every time i visited the grandfolks. sometimes you have to look at something over and over again and it still is not enough.

64 year old doll. the lady who brought it in said she got it when she was 4. why would you sell that? no family to pass it on to or they don’t care? i do not “get” the world sometimes.

crouching tiger hidden poison anyone?

loved it intensely here we are again.

i love vintage christmas, that comes from both sides of the fam. i’d burn down a house in a second for these lights.

those are earrings teachers wear i dunno why they just do. ever stare long and hard at all your teacher’s outfits and think, why? what is even going on here? my favourite were the french teacher’s outfits everyone had crushes on them and they made you listen to celine dion. listen to fly en francaise, it’s called vole and it’s about a little girl who died of cancer and you will explode into tears, it’s so much more powerful in french omg see what french teachers do to you!? (i promise* i will never fucking mention celine dion ever again on this blog promise not guaranteed just listen to the part where she belts it out lie down on a bean bag chair).

uhhhhhh. well not to include it would be, what? whatever.

this is cute. take notes.

my parents collected old smoke tins. everything has been hung on to, kinda obsessive secret collecting hoarders we are. maybe i will be given permission to sell the shit in my own minimalistic retro shop someday….HINT.

i didn’t even bother looking at prices i have far too many necklaces as is. but still, still!

baby shoes (vintage) creep me out cos they remind me of that little kid from pet cemetery and that movie makes someone put shit in my pants!

brooches should be spelled BROCHES. who says brewch? idiots.

is this even interesting to you or am i in my own little world of thinking everything is amazing all the time “sort of” lets put it on my blog wait and see what happens?

new flats from mom thanks and they don’t pinch!

pirates were heavy into kahlua apparently.

how badly do you want a doll that looks like george costanza’s mother? how often do i make george costanza references: once daily.

darling, you are creeping me out.

the only shot i styled. laugh.

yoink.

you too.

20 thoughts on “i’m going on an overnight drunk”

  2. You’re right about the end of summer. I think a lot of other people are of the same opinion, at least most of the people that I’ve lamented to. In Calgary, we already had our first snowfall yesterday. The 64-year-old doll with the cracked face is really creepy. I feel like it could see into my soul.

  3. That doll is a Golliwogg. I have one. We used to collect them as kids. They used to sell Golliwogg merch with Robertson jam in England.

  4. sigh, i LOVE antique shops, however, some idiots got together in the states and decided sunday would be no antique shops open day. THE PERFECT DAY for them to be open, fucking retards. how were the prices? it’s hard to find a good junk shop where the owners are way too proud of their shit.

  5. if you ever feel like heading out of town for some antiquing, check out the Queensville Antique Mall. it’s fantastic. pure swoonage. it’s huge. we spent at least 2 hours in that place.

  7. Also, my fun fact of the day… gollywog also used to be Creedence Clearwater Revival’s original name.

    I know stuff. Do I get +1 internets for that now? ^_-

  8. i love you, deep fried dill pickles, and antiques.

    one of my fave episodes of fraiser was when they went on antique road show. ;)

  9. love those necklaces
    and i feel the same about the word “brooch”
    also the word “aisle” (maybe that one’s just me)

    love the blog! have a great week :)

  11. I remember visiting my ex’s parents and finding a golliwog in the basement…a brand new golliwog… bought at some British import store in the burbs and his Mom telling us “Oh no, it’s a called a ‘Golly’ now. The wog part is offensive!”

    I call dibs on the Mountie!

  12. If Wikipedia is to be trusted, the term referred to a doll before it became a slur. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golliwogg

    But once there’s a negative connotation, there’s really no turning back. Ex: frowned upon to call people with mental retardation morons or idiots (what those words originally meant), people with disabilities “lame,” etc. etc.

  13. “Golliwogg” has been a term of racist abuse since the 1950’s or so.
    Prior to that it simply described the doll.
    And the doll was just a doll until 1895 when Florence Upton
    wrote a book and gave the doll a name.
    When the doll first bobbed up seems unknown.

    Prior to Golliwog, and earlier incarnation of CCR were known as The Blue Velvets.
    Is this a competition? Yes.

    Lastly, how many Craigs are there?
    I’m feeling pigeon-holed.

  15. stuff white people like dot org moment or what

    whatever it was or wasnt is now moot – shit’s racist which is why i have/had reservations posting it to begin with.

  17. hi raymi i really like when you go to stores and post pics of what you see inside the stores wether is cloth,shoes,or JEWELRY. plzzz raymi when you can add the name of the stores you go too. I think is really cool at least us chicks when we have ower free time we can check them out too. it will be cool if you will have your own show about places to buy cool stuff. those like them female host you see on tv when they give advise of places to shop like which are good and not. really cool pics raymi thx.

  18. If racism is the classification of parts of the population based on race then the term “white people” is racist.

    all you need is love, rpt

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