I mentioned once, in a long gone post, that I had a vast collection of the aluminum platters and and dishes and other hostess ware that was so very fashionable in the Fifties when I was barely out of the egg. At one point, thirty years ago or so, they were more than abundant in the thrift store circuit. Junk stores were awash in them. I was tired of pining over the cool mid century pieces I couldn’t afford when I went to a friend’s yard sale and bought my first two pieces. I decided I would buy them whenever I rana cross them and they were less than $2.
Over the years, I stretched my budget al the way up to $5 and very rarely, something really spectacular, sprang for as wild as ten bucks. Even with those parameters I managed to amass quite a pile. And that’s exactly what it was: a pile. Stacks and heaps and teetering columns in every corner I could find. It was a testament to R Man’s love that he put up with it.
Finally, he announced I had to do something with all the various trays that had once been the pride of Bennie Lou Spitzer and other hostesses of the White Trash Nation. Late one evening, I started out putting some up on the walls of out downstairs half bath. By the time I finished had this:
Th effect was pretty spectacular. Guests would emerge spluttering and wild-eyed. One down side I had not expected was when some velcro would give way and the platter would crash to the floor with a terrifying kaboom. Why this always happened about 3:00 AM we’ll never know. I blame ghosts.
When I sold the house, the buyers asked what I was going to do with the collection. I thought they wanted to buy and offered to sell it. Turns out they just wanted to make sure I took it with me and didn’t leave it behind for them to deal with. Pussies.
Well, deal with it I did, finally. When I pulled it down from the bathroom, it wound up filling the car. I rattled around with it as a passenger for a few days before I finally dragged it all up to the apartment. It spent a few days sullenly taking up room. I realized it would stay in al those bags and baskets forever unless I tackled it.
Step 1) Unpack it all so I could see what I was going to be dealing with:
Step 2) Go find the Valium
Step3) Stick the motherfuckers up. It turned out to be incredibly easy. I used industrial strength adhesive velcro. Bot of the outsides of the each velcro strip were adhesive. Really, really adhesive. You had better be damn sure where that stuff was going, cause otherwise, all you can do is learn to live with it. But all it was stick the velcro to the back of the aluminum, mash it against the wall, repeat. The most difficult part was pealing the film off the adhesive side. My trick was to slide the blade of an Xacto knife under the film and then just peel away. It’s also a very effective way to stab yourself in the thumb repeatedly.
In the end, it wasn’t so bad, a couple of rather trying nights, or rather, very early mornings. Once again, my energy, stamina and interest level are all at their peak right around 3:00 AM so it was a good thing all of this was essentially silent. Peeling back the backing, screeching under my breath when I stabbed myself with the Xacto blade (Man, those things hurt,) and trying to keep Saki out of the peels. Saki has an insatiable love of eating plastic and this particular kind of plastic has exactly the texture. He’s like a junkie around it.
The downside is that since it is pave for the hall, there’s no way to get a photo of the whole thing. You’l have to take my word for it, the effect is rather startling. In a good way.
Also, our dear friend Mikey, a star of that filthy Chaturbate site has sent me a picture of him that he wants put up here so mrpeeenee readers can go be salacious, should you care to do so:
mikeys address is chaturbate playwithme55
He’s very entertaining.