I don't know why I'm compelled to save what I call "Misfit Memories" (memories no one wanted), but I do.
Maybe it's the thought that something meant so much to someone at one time, only to be forgotten or lost when they pass.
This mish-mash of paper and tinsel is no exception. I found them wrapped up in a bag this past summer.
I don't normally pick up VHS tapes at garage or estate sales unless the content is unusual or unavailable in other formats. This tape meets both qualifications.
I have a disease for which there is no known cure. If you saw me walking on the street, you wouldn't even be able to tell I was sick. The disease? My name is Tom and I'm a toaster hoarder. I have an urge to buy any toaster I see at garage sales, estate sales, antique malls, thrift stores, you name it. Maybe someday there will be a cure, but for now, I just keep buying.
My latest infection is this 1930's Electrahot Style 500 toaster featuring a stylized Empire State building design. I found it at a private estate sale for $6. It was pretty grimy when I got it.
