Cars in Como

Forever ago, in May, we took a weekend trip to Lake Como.

The lake was lovely but we were on a mission and had to remain focused. 

We were not there to see the lake, you see.

Even though it was beautiful.

We were there to see cars.

Little cars that have traveled long distances.

Tiny bubble cars.

Cars with faces.

Cars with their own accessories.

And cars with wings.

And nice rear ends.

And senses of humor.

There were cars from home (the VD is a common issue)

And cars with awesome graphics.

They demanded appreciation.

From all ages.

I fell in love with this one.

The details were breathtaking.

My favorite photo of the trip. If this isn't a reason to learn to drive a manual transmission then I don't know what is (says the girl who had a total meltdown after stalling out three times in a row on a back road...)

On Self Control

Boy do I love old things. I love old things so much that I have had to have a serious talk with myself about the very finite amount of space in our apartment and how accumulating old cool objects at my current rate will end with me becoming the star of a Hoarders episode. My new rule for myself is that any object purchased must be functional in some way. No more dustables.

But.....there's always a but.

We went to a brocante this weekend with my family and I fell hard for this vintage Swiss army lantern (and a whole bunch of other army things...between the five of us we left that tent outfitted for all manner of apocalyptic adventures) and really felt that I could not continue to live life without it. From my limited understanding of the vendor, I need to find a somewhat medium sized, square-ish battery type thing and then fill the rest of the space with cotton and it will work. So it's not functional...yet. But it will be! I can also clip it to my belt for maximum fashion points.

The same cannot be said for the nineteenth century blank ledger book that I also ended up buying...but really, there was no other way around it. I also amended The Rule to read as follows: no restraint need be exercised when confronted with awesome old ledger books. Or old photos. Or vintage medic armbands...

I guess really, all I'm trying to say here is a) rules are meant to be broken and b) don't be too surprised when you see me on a Hoarders episode next year.