The contents of Bobby Protsman's Antique Automobile and Treasure Museum in Atlanta, GA (which i'm bummed that I never got a chance to visit), will be up for auction on March 21st (with all items starting at $0!), and though times are tough, there's no harm in dreaming of starting a collection of jukeboxes, carousel horses, or unicycles, now is there? Let's just hope I don't have too much chai that morning, and find myself uncontrollably bidding on one of the following:
(Above) Giant ornately carved coin-operated band-organs from Belgium (probably not very practical, but a sure-fire conversation starter).
(L) A working 1923 Model T roadster (owned by Georgia Gov. Lester Maddox), which would probably go the perfect speed for my upcoming stint as a licensed driver. (R) And if I should happen to flunk my driving test (it's happened before), then i'll go to plan-b . . . a high-wheeler c.1845.
(L) I love the height at which Ossie Clark hung his stained glass lampshade, (R) and this would be perfect hung low over our '60s turned-wood coffee table, for a bit of tropical-chic.
(L) We had to slow down recently while driving in our neighborhood, to let a couple pull out of their driveway in their Victorian horse-driven sleigh! We found this to be the punkest thing we've ever seen. We'd love to have this sleigh, but we know we'd just be poseurs. (R) Their Sunday kicked everyone else's Sunday's bum, and we hope we grow up to be this awesome.
(L) Wouldn't you love to begin each new day with one of "Granny's Predictions"? Not to mention, it comes with an "X rated" 8-track tape for those times when you need a more risque fortune telling. (R) And imagine how excited everyone would feel if they had to enter your house through one of these!
Pretty soon our house is going to lie somewhere between this . . .
And this . . .
(Above) Giant ornately carved coin-operated band-organs from Belgium (probably not very practical, but a sure-fire conversation starter).
(L) For jukebox-geeks, this 1946 Wurlitzer is apparently the be-all-end-all. It makes me want to wear saddle-shoes and sip strawberry milk-shakes whilst winking at Richie Cunningham across the soda-fountain counter. It's just the living end! (R) The little saturn, twinkle stars and "Music for You" statement are what really make this baby the tops, and i'd die to have sock-hops with it and dance around to my T-Rex 45's. Sigh . . .
( Above) These vintage coin-operated player-pianos, one with killer lanterns and a woodsy stained glass scene, and the other in olde-timey-psychedelic-green, would enable me to employ my very own Invisible Irma, and are beyond perfect for playing The Entertainer.
( Above) These vintage coin-operated player-pianos, one with killer lanterns and a woodsy stained glass scene, and the other in olde-timey-psychedelic-green, would enable me to employ my very own Invisible Irma, and are beyond perfect for playing The Entertainer.
(L) A working 1923 Model T roadster (owned by Georgia Gov. Lester Maddox), which would probably go the perfect speed for my upcoming stint as a licensed driver. (R) And if I should happen to flunk my driving test (it's happened before), then i'll go to plan-b . . . a high-wheeler c.1845.
(L) I love the height at which Ossie Clark hung his stained glass lampshade, (R) and this would be perfect hung low over our '60s turned-wood coffee table, for a bit of tropical-chic.
(L) We had to slow down recently while driving in our neighborhood, to let a couple pull out of their driveway in their Victorian horse-driven sleigh! We found this to be the punkest thing we've ever seen. We'd love to have this sleigh, but we know we'd just be poseurs. (R) Their Sunday kicked everyone else's Sunday's bum, and we hope we grow up to be this awesome.
(L) Wouldn't you love to begin each new day with one of "Granny's Predictions"? Not to mention, it comes with an "X rated" 8-track tape for those times when you need a more risque fortune telling. (R) And imagine how excited everyone would feel if they had to enter your house through one of these!
Pretty soon our house is going to lie somewhere between this . . .
And this . . .
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