This came from a client’s home in Newton.
YOU were only born once, har har.
It has pressed flowers in it, and the kind of gold lettering that’s usually reserved for labeling mailboxes.
When I first saw it, I thought it meant, “Happy birthday, Jesus!” But then I realized (since it had no Christmas imagery) that it actually meant, “Happy Birthday! Here’s a picture of Jesus!” Consider the lilies of the field, how they are dried and flat.
His expression seems to say, “Really? Dude, just pick up a gift card next time.”
I have been informed that this item is indeed up for grabs. Who wants it?
This delightful creature turned up in Newton, in a client’s basement.
Honey, be honest. Does this dress make me look like a cow?
I said, “Hey, I’d like to shoot that for my blog,” and the client said, “I’ll do you one better than that; you can have it.” I protested weakly, but gave in. Would anyone like this bovine enchantress? One of her legs is broken, but she bravely capers on. If I don’t get any takers within a week, she’ll be sent off to the Vietnam Vets.
These photos were submitted by “a friend who prefers not to be identified.” There is a hint in the label of the first one, as the box contains collectible playing cards.
Later! As in, some time that's not now.
What could it be, to be "truly miscellaneous?" I'm guessing a dried squid, a Gimbel's credit card, and someone's X-Ray.
The most amusing part about this box is my impression that my anonymous friend has not touched it since photographing it for me. Keep waiting, and eventually the box will be filled with precious antiques!
I think we organizers shout so much about how YOU MUST LABEL EVERYTHING OMG that we’ve inadvertently given the impression that writing a word on a piece of paper or sticker and slapping it on a box or bin magically creates order, no matter what it says. To that end, I’ve been collecting some client-produced labels on the job to share with you all.
Hey, at least it has a date.
And they went right back into the file cabinet.
We don't know how much later; we just know it's not now.
And finally, my favorite:
That is 100% accurate labeling!
Not to throw stones, I did have a “random crap” box in my last move. But just one! Do you have a useless label story or photo to share? Please do!
I found this fabulous work of art at a yard sale in my neighborhood. I realize that this was not something that turned up while I was organizing, but it was weird enough that I felt that I needed to share it with you.
Okay, so it’s The Devil on a toilet. My biggest question is, how does he get his right arm to turn at that angle? Well, I guess he can do that kind of thing if he wants to.
If there were a matching painting of Jesus at a urinal, I would have bought both of them.
This booklet turned up while I was organizing in Cambridge.
Not tonight, Henry. I have a toothache.
It seems to be what passes in Africa for english-language pornography, or maybe romance. I can’t bring myself to read the entire thing to find out.
Who needs typesetting? This is hot stuff.
You can click on the image to read the text, but no need. You’re really not missing anything.
My favorite thing by far is the back cover:
All the sugar mummies, all the sugar mummies.
Power of Love; okay. Hot Love; fine. The Sex Doctor; kind of ’70s, but sure. Sugar Mummies Fight over Handsome Guy… wait, what? Oh, I guess they’re supposed to be like sugar daddies. I thought it was some kind of racy horror story.
The client has two more like this, and he’s keeping all of them. Wouldn’t you?