ok, wait I think we’re missing the important piece of information here, which is that apparently Malia Obama was born on the 4th of July??????

It’s not that great a superpower, is it? Every time my friend who collects 20s and 30s pieces finds something really good I feel a great disturbance in the Force, as if dozens of estate sale signs had been rained on and rendered illegible.

I also found that Cold War-esque spy thrillers and SF action comedies are so tonally similar as to be indistinguishable.

My grandparents at their senior prom. He was a full foot taller than her.

I’m really excited this week because my most-often-visited thrift turned up a bunch of GOOD 40s and 50s dresses, which almost never happens, including a 40s rayon shirtdress IN MY SIZE which REALLY never happens. I work at a vintage shop, though, so I thrift a LOT.

I had a burger with bacon and macaroni and cheese on it today. It was GREAT.

Heh, thanks. We’re just outside DC, if you’re ever in town!

I’ve never actually heard that it was gravy being used, before— I’d always thought it was bouillon.

Yeah, one of the many reasons I miss the bakery/restaurant down the block from my work was that once they got to know me as someone who tipped well and never complained unless they had legitimately fucked up (and was still nice about it even then!), they bent over BACKWARDS for me. I got so many damn free pastries,…

So, my ex-boyfriend was college roommates (and apparently is still friends with) the dude who shot Jimmy, because there are really only like twelve people in Canada.

I have discovered that while I still hate retail shopping, I LOVE secondhand shopping. Since I own a vintage business and thrift like it’s my job (‘cause it is), this means my wardrobe has gotten fairly out of control.

Seriously, assholes, STAND RIGHT, WALK LEFT. I’ve lived in the DC area my whole life and will NEVER understand why this is difficult.

I was looking for a chaise on Craigslist once, and very nearly bought a reasonably priced pink velvet “Victorian Feigning Couch.”

I FINALLY figured out what bugs me about 1840s fashion plates! (yes, I look at 19thc fashion plates often enough that this is an ongoing issue.) Nobody has a goddamn CHIN! Like, yes, the 1830s were bonkers (the sleeves really were that big, and the hairstyles really were that ridiculous) but at least they had…

Couple of years ago I had a booth at a flea market (I sell vintage clothing). Two women were looking at the clothes I had out— looked like mom and daughter, both very blonde and Southern and polished. The daughter pulled out a faux fur stole and asked if I had any real ones. I told her not at the market, but we had a…

I kind of want to see a Who Wore it Better for this with her and Lwaxana Troi.

Sounds like you’ve got it under control. My parents love to tell the story of how, at 18 months, I leaned backwards in my high chair and grabbed the waiter’s crotch. But eventually I got the hang of restaurant etiquette; these days I tip generously and I haven’t grabbed a waiter’s crotch in years.

omg I hope they put Edith Garrud in it!!!

See, I actually don’t love Superman stories that emphasize his alien-ness, because I don’t think Clark sees himself as particularly alien. For me, the best Superman stories make it clear that he didn’t learn to be Superman on Krypton— everything that really makes him a hero, he got in a farmhouse in Kansas.